Wednesday, September 29, 2010

To my broken bottle of pickled cider:

Thank you for the inspiration...

I've got a life to run & hide from--
another one waiting to begin.
The seasons prove as a reminder
to change my outlook once again.

Let's rake the leaves of memories passed
and sweep them off the porch instead.
We'll  get lost outside together,
when snow flurries once again.

Try to enjoy the present moment;
anticipating winter's wonderland.
 'For as the freeze creeps upon us
life is buried once again.

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