The promise of sunshine on my face (er, what you could see of it behind the scarf pulled high and hat tugged low) drew me out into the c-c-c-crisp, brrrr-isk air.
Once out under God's great big sky, I was reminded of this lovely poem snippet from the the delightful mind of Janet Martin:
“…or this; weeping of wind
Drifting lost; aimlessly
Through winter’s stricken woodlot
Where a leaf-song used to be
Already then I knew
Where a leaf-song used to be
Already then I knew
When I was but a child
Something unwritten beckoned
In the air, driving me wild”
-From Before the Poems... by Janet Martin
Read and ruminate on the entire poem here at Another Porch Poetry Blog.
Something unwritten beckoned
In the air, driving me wild”
-From Before the Poems... by Janet Martin
Read and ruminate on the entire poem here at Another Porch Poetry Blog.
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