Smell of autumn on my fingers is fading
Dragging me into hibernation
Moving me to ignore the world
until the sun can yet wake me again
The sun finds my mind
Illuminating my curiosity with Books
Old wisdom and young idealists
Bound in the pages, calling for a read
Winter is coming
The season is not a place holder
tiding you over til love breaks forth
In the season of birth, Spring
Music energizes my body
Move girl, move
This world is not for the sleepy
Find your rhythm and move
Find the words and the movement
The places calling for your attention
Enjoy them all the more
Reliving the experience in writing
November 9th, 2006
A collection, old and new, of my poems usually reflecting my moods. All poetry contained on these pages is copyrighted and is created by me unless otherwise noted.
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