Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Late Summer Night Fall

Our Lives Pass Away


Summer sunlight
glitters on the water.

Sweet colors of fall
drift down and land
on my new woodpile.

Winter is full of snow
and cold, but inside
the woodstove glows.

Then spring again
Our lives pass away.

David Budbill


 Daryl cleaning up the beach after a late summer windstorm

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