Like most of us, I had never written one. Or even read one. So I embraced beginner mind. No expectations. No comparisons. Nothing but listening to what might arise in the quiet.
Our theme was fall, or foresight, or both.
Autumn is blaze and decay;
A shuddering blow of the horn;
Split fruit; one tree stark,
One still singing.
-----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
My poetry sisters naani are here:
Andi
Rebecca
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