Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
Wild grapes hang
Amid leaves autumn-blemished,
Crisp-curled, brown, clinging
To dark twisted vine.
They fall one by one,
Where wild grapes hang
Down by the lakeshore.
(October 6, 1982)
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