You outline the seasons of life in very plesant metaphor--thanks for not having a fat boy crash into the leaves. I especially like the last stanza and the image of what we have become starting in youth becoming the blessings of old age...at least that's how I see it....Jerry
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
progression...and the last three lines elicit a Wow! -gene.
Love and Hugs, Diana
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.