I look around and ask each thing
how many days will you give me
Circles of green leaf at the window
say there is no end, only
circumference
Outside, a chorus
of linked roots
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
I look around and ask each thing
how many days will you give me
Circles of green leaf at the window
say there is no end, only
circumference
Outside, a chorus
of linked roots
There is no end, just circumference.
Thank you.
I have been reading your poems for years. Such a gift.
And today’s poem. My days are ending soon. I am 73 with incurable cancer. My circumference has expanded beyond recognition.
Huge thanks for you.
Richard