Kokopelli’s flute turns the wind to
music,
blows softly in the dry
Southwestern heat
and too, the moist air of New
England’s clime,
wooing us with its magic and
bringing
with it, life, creation’s greatest gift.
Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
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