Cycle
having let go her brittle autumn glitterthe sycamore shiversin a winter dresswhite bones bleakas a ribcagewaiting in the voidfor the turned-in earthto waken and dress itselfonce more
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nancyaz
I have become serious about writing poetry a bit late in life, so I feel I have to write fast! After a career in corporate America, a semi-professional career as a concert and opera singer, I have retired to a small ranch town in the west to devote...
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