A late
summer night, humid, sleep
not
coming, the minutes hastening
into the
early morning hours;
an owl calls
out, and the loon,
and the
sun’s dawning
is a faint
glow against a dark sky.
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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