Moldy blueberries
Today on my cereal
Summer’s curtain falls.
Months before grapefruit
Second banana takes bow
Stand-in for next star.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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This speaks so simply and sweetly of the change in seasons.
Thanks, Andrea, as always.
I enjoy your poems. So much feeling.
Many thanks, Meredith. ❤
((((hugs)))) so somebody else confesses to an occasional moldy blueberry! I love this one.
You too? Thanks, Susan. 🙂