"There had to be a substratum, but its composition was unimaginable." ~American Pastoral
Saturday, November 21, 2009
A Seasons for the Poem of Change
The snows are mountainous
A chillness of brisk
Has aired the enter
And breathes it hard to make
It's the seasons of change
Hot chocolate for time
And quilting in snuggles
While booking a read
Hats, gloves, and scarves for time
Bundles in layers, clothing up tight
Hoods eying out from under peers
Peeks red from scarves above noses out
The best year of time is this
A pajama chance to never change out
An inside excuse to watch and stay
Movies to listen and music all day
It's the seasons of change
Thanks of a giving
Peopling the love you tell
It's timeful alive to be a wonder
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2 comments:
I love love love this! Did you write it? Or find it? I ask you when we Skype in approximately one minute. I love you.
This is really beautiful, Rebekah. Nice job! You should submit it somewhere ... and send it to Ray!
Love you!
Mom
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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