Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
White clouds touch
pale blue hills
of Catskills
west of us.
Honking geese
flee southward
through gray sky;
chill wind blows
remaining
red/gold leaves
past windshield;
mustiness,
autumn’s scent,
fills the air.
Revelry
and tumult
usher in
November’s
somber mood:
crisp bronze leaves
clinging to
dark oak limbs.
Friday Morning October 26, 2001
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Was It
Worth It?
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