The dragon, sleeping now, awakens
and spreads wide his leathered
wings
to fly again across the western
sky,
igniting the sunset into a blaze of
yellow
and orange, vermillion’s red, a
sailor’s delight.
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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