The Fate Peddler
By: Karen Hecht Springer
April 23, 2015
She heard the wagon’s wheels roar
Peddler trading all his wares
Knocking, knocking on her door
With his remedies and cares
When he got no answer
Back down the road he went
His horse a dainty dancer
And, she, not having spent
The time to meet
Saw the butterfly that followed him
Metamorphosis complete
Rainbow wings a sunlit prism
In the eagerness of pursuit
It cares not where it goes
She turns away, reties her boot
Wondering what it knows
Sometimes the peddler is peddling false goods, so it is wise to know the difference.
That only comes with experience and intuition, and not a little observation.
Peter
Diana....
Write on...
Blessings,
Christine
Connie
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Michael D.
Regis