poems by mjh
Finding my voice.the season of my muse
Sun 01/08/06 at 12:20 amRate this post:Around the park
Lucky leads clockwise
counter our normalpath
several trees are a few leaves
shy of brilliant
others a few short
of bareI wonder how this
became the seasonof
my muse
a child of summer
grown into autumn
to fall
to leave
and should I worry
when my poems
turn to snowand the dead of winter? mjh
10/26/2004
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