There is charm in this change:
In the unfolding of each day's newness.
Even when the petals drop and leaves droop
I fancy them disrobing.
Like speaking to spectators and
Picturing them in their underwear,
Instantly a grin grows
And nothing is alarming.
Only, charming.
Did you write this, Caroline? It seems darn good to me. :)
ReplyDeleteAww, thanks! Yes, I wrote it. Everything here is written by me unless I note a source (as with the Robert Frost poem I posted today).
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