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Friday, October 12, 2012

Trees...the sun and I...


the sun and I

have an agreement

he will wash your leaves

in gold

when I most need


that you are forever there

forever somewhere

along this journey

and I will

sing his praises

with words


considering his gift

and how it

sometimes blinds me

as it did

on a lonely country road

just now

where dark glasses

weren't enough

impossible to take

it all in

the afterglow

gold dust

against a

curtain of hills

and blue sky

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