September 24th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- Mind races towards tomorrow.
- Though when it becomes today
- It remains for only hours
- Then slips into yesterday.
- Living in today
- I stumble
- Like a drunk on a tightrope
- In new shoes.
- The slip inevitable.
- Falling, failing,
- All the same.
- I fall and fail and flail at air.
- Arms reach out.
- Unfeathered wings
- Fingers grasping at the string
- Elastic gossamer
- Fragile stretching
- Thread unraveling
- I look down to see
- The net of yesterday’s memory.
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September 22nd, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- Did you see the cloud, love?
- One, big cottony sail
- Lying so still against an azure sea
- Moving now, gently on summer’s sweet sigh
- Billowing in muted grays and violets
- Alive with golden streaks of light…
- Did you see the trees, love?
- Tall sentinels of summer
- Stately in their emerald robes
- Swaying now, wildly choreographed by gusty breath
- Gem by gem discarded in earthy dance
- Swirling to the beat of summer storm…
- Did you see the rainbow, love?
- One spectral palette
- Translucent arc on silver canvas
- Vibrant, overflowing, bursting into two
- Demurely now, evanescing under azure brush
- As sun recaptures the repose of summer sky…
- Did you see the cloud, love?
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September 21st, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- In the autumn, there is sorrow,
- For tomorrow never comes,
- And all too soon becomes today.
- Blossoms fade
- As summer finishes her tapestry
- And slips away.
- Amid rustle of falling leaves
- She goes.
- Her leaves,
- The golden memories
- That warm us as we face impending snow.
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