Whisper
Autumn leaves whisper,While falling from summer heights,
“Listen! Thanatos comes.”
©2011 R.M. Talbot
In 1982 life took a detour, and I found myself in Alabama. Two children, two degrees, and three dogs later, I still haven't found my way back to Michigan. I may never. I created this blog awhile back but let it grow fallow, which I hope has given it time to become fertile once more. The contents of this blog are likely to be random, but randomness, just like detours, sometimes yields pleasant surprises.
2 comments:
Personally, I'd like to keep old Thanatos as far away from me as possible for as long as possible!
This poet’s choice here and here
Phew, even in death the leaves whisper.
Well played!
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