Saturday, November 24, 2007

Soft Words for a Cold Season

It has become clear that I cannot supply this blog with my words all of the time. So, I should make it a point to use someone else's when I find myself too swamped, too busy, etc...

As the winter falls upon us:

"Late October"

the leaves of autumn
sprinkle down the tinny
sound of little dyings
and skies sated
of ruddy sunsets
of roseate dawns
roil ceaselessly in
cobweb greys and turn
to black
for comfort.

Only lovers
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order simply
to begin

|Maya Angelou|



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