Do
aging · creativity · poetry · writing

Do

V.J. Knutson

Ancient song of Eden, our nature,
as above – light to watch for –

my summer, withering,
her insect breeze vined

would come there and have
harmony – beautifully fresh

in prairie lake,
air vivid.

(Fridays are for Magnetic Poetry.  Play along online.)

Published by V.J. Knutson

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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