all afternoon


all afternoon
the sounds
squirrel harvesting
pine cones

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This poem is from 2012, and we’re hearing the familiar sounds again the last few days.  When I first posted this poem, I mentioned Patti’s site, A New Day Dawns, which I’ve been following for some time.  Wonderful, the friendship and inspiration we all share.

The photos of the “black eyed susan” are courtesy of wpclipart.


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