We rise out of the slump of winter
at full speed, our flaps lowered,
and we take flight into summer,
rising high on a thermal current
of air, until we stall and fall
again
into autumn and the winter’s cold and snow.
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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