Sunday, November 7, 2010

23 Markers Unknown To Me





Inspiration is an unusual gust of wind - JCD



Trees singing in unison, the maestro playing the wind
Orchestrating the sky above, now dancing away
Mobbed by the thickness of color, soon a blanket of snow
Pasture amidst the forest, stones stacked, illustrating metes and bounds
Limitations of imagination, protrude within myself
Captured in silence, wandering loudly in my dreams
Missing thoughts of wonder, gathering upon thy harvest
Each leaf, remnant of yesterday, a falling tear

BY: John DeRosa

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