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Autumn morning fog over Colebrook, New Hampshire

Thanks to The Christian Gift for a great shot.

The maple I see from my window is clearly embarrassed by the pending nudity of limbs and branches. She is blushing. It must seem odd to her, having nurtured the tree since spring, to now abandon her perch and leave the tree free from her calming presence. If only she could know nor’ easters to come are the sum of the great northern forests’ wiggly flaunting their bare selves. Oh to sing the coming stirring air and let our pale yellow blush burn with brightest passionate red!

 

Written by David Wilkerson

10 September 2012 at 11:34 am

Pagerism

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In high school I wrote a poem. “Sticking feet out the window; tickled by the rain. ”
Teacher said it wasn’t mine because it was good.

Old guy screaming!

Borrowed from Laurel Connections

That would have been a good time to learn to cuss. I didn’t and that’s too bad ’cause the poem was good and it was mine.

Wish I still had that poem. Guess I need to resume digging around in the attic (metaphorically) and find some more, maybe better?

We’ll see. Stick with me ’cause I am going somewhere. Maybe not today, or even tomorrow. But there’s piles of stuff and you might want to read more of it.

But not tonight. It’s late, I am tired, and I have been reading which is a good thing for a writer to do, don’t you think?

 

 

Written by David Wilkerson

18 March 2012 at 9:57 pm

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