Here is Kevin’s poem about the season’s passing:
Here’s my response:
Seasonal Wit
Tree receipts
register,
debiting down,
a credit to the season
out of style
but still of use,
a record of the sun’s transit
from summer to fall,
then a nuisance
as they repay their way
back into the
Mother.
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I am sorry for being tardy with humble thanks, that one poem might spark another …. your generosity, as always, brightens my day …
Kevin
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I always know you are there. And that is enough.
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Thanks to both of you, Kevin and Terry.
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And you, Daniel.