Saturday, November 15, 2014

11.13.14 For L.G. With Love


There are cats upon the counters 
there are paintings on the wall
While the sun shines through windows
casting light upon the hall

And the tea lends its aroma
you can smell within it all

And the jeweled chimes in the branches
sing the songs that come with wind
as the dusk descends upon us
and in the breeze the sleeping garden bends

We are aging as we're speaking
we are seeing what we've found
as we find what we were seeking
discovered deeply rooted in the ground


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