Forest Child, by Sitara Leota
I am buried under work just now, over one hundred hours in the last pay period, and likely the same in this one, whole extra days at a time and we don't get overtime either. There is really no choice given the constraints. I am being as careful as I can, but one thing I can't do is get around to the blogs of my friends and teachers.
What You Give To Me
You sit in windows
When you choose, on your own terms.
It's a gift to me,
Like the onyx vase
Was last year.
Because you sit
In my view like that,
With near perfect poise
For sad eyes like mine to see,
I offer you this.
January 12, 2009 11:17 AM
Enjoyed the poem, and the image.
ReplyDeletea very beautiful poem, christopher. be good to yourself. keep your windows open.
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erin
the poem and the image are lovely. i cannot put a name to the mood, but i am enjoying feeling it.
ReplyDeletethank you.
Thank you all for your presence in my life. I am trying to come up with something clever and there isn't anything right now. I am grateful for my friends.
ReplyDeletebeautiful - and a perfect accompaniment to that amazing photo. Grace.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words. I am happy you visited.
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