by Eleanora Day
this:
~How could I explain that autumn,
that brief fading beauty, hurt so,
too colorful to watch all that
turning to dust, leaves falling,
crumbling like me.~
says it all.
A really wonderful poem
Full of wonderful images ,hope and despair,
It's got everything
Thank you
...and wonderful to have such a strong, new voice conributing on such a regular basis!
sewn for yourself and strangers..absolutely a wonderful new voice here, beautiful work :)
Tender images of normal everyday tasks performed as life passes by. Believing in something once again brings renewed hope.