Sunday, November 7, 2010

Waiting

Bereft of words
I sit quiet
staring at the leaves
that waver in the Autumn breeze
Waiting
for my miracle.
A leaf drops
drips down, swirls
and is blown away.
Is that it?

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My offering for the Sunday 160

6 comments:

  1. don't blow away!

    but i like watching the leaves, just letting the breeze take them...perhaps not a miracle but wisdom in that....

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  2. true that Brian

    I need wisdom wherever it may blow in

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  3. I watched many swirl and fall today...even as I raked. Great 160. Thanks for playing.

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  4. There are still a few more to rake, but I think I have hit max load.

    I canneh raek nah moor!!

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  5. An economy of words that speak perfection, a beautiful short poem.
    Cheers,
    joanny

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