by Krenna Smart
this was a haunting taunt of moments... looking at things cast away that we allow to sit in the shadows of living..used up, ignored.. only to see value when we cast our eyes away from the obvious and learn to breath again.
Nice..
du lac
although you do liken the "leaving" to a much dreaded season, I love the rhythm, you gave this poem a musical soul. I like the way this made me feel, thank you :)