By Lisa Huddleston
A new tease
A soon freeze
A changing wind
An old friend
A mind bend
I hung in
Posted by Lisa Huddleston in Poetry Tags: Change, fall, Wind Chimes
October 11, 2013 at 12:27 am
October 11, 2013 at 6:44 am
I realize you didn’t call me sweet, but the poem is the sweetness to which you referred. Thanks, dearie.
October 11, 2013 at 8:23 am
Well, you did write the poem, so that sweetness came from you…I do like the poem, no matter how toy look at it.
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"Go in the strength you have. Am I not sending you?" (Judges 6:14)
Still learning and growing and going. I may be getting old, but as Monty Python would say, "I'm not dead yet!"
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