The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I remember mornings
when I would wake up
excited, the kind of excitement
that would have me saying things
like "good-morning bird, good-morning
flowers good-morning bees, good-morning
blue sky..."
I miss the feeling, I wonder if
I would feel like that every-morning for
15 years of waking up next to you......
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