Seasonal unrest.
Watching a video clip of an accomplished writer
talking about writing and the life of a particular place
and it makes me yearn for the bubbling well-spring
of words and emotions and to be part of the life in that place.
At this time of year my choice is to
be a wind carried leaf, blown vivid in a momentary blaze,
or to stay, all gray and abandoned,
rushed over by clouds and such falling leaves.
Do what you do,
awake.
Watching a video clip of an accomplished writer
talking about writing and the life of a particular place
and it makes me yearn for the bubbling well-spring
of words and emotions and to be part of the life in that place.
At this time of year my choice is to
be a wind carried leaf, blown vivid in a momentary blaze,
or to stay, all gray and abandoned,
rushed over by clouds and such falling leaves.
Do what you do,
awake.
beautiful!
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