The only thing I can bring To leave behind more or less Is nothingness of something Like something of nothingness At last I find my question Is not answered yet I guess
Commandment or suggestion Of some faith I should confess Is answer now no longer But forgive me: I digress
The time wheel is turning on To the flarings of the sun With the ghostly moon and drawn Automatic once begun
Living the good life badly The wheel is turning madly
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Chrissy