Winter defines this stage,
this page, night descending
too early for my taste
If I catch a falling star,
can I shed the excess
layers of this confinement
Follow animal impulses
to a sunnier clime, restore
exuberance of noble youth?
Passion persists, intelligence
intact, just need a brighter
angle from which to reveal it.
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 
So rich with meaning. Loved it, VJ!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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What an eloquent way to say
im not okay with this. Me too! I love poetry, and I love your poem, and image!!! ❤️
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Thanks Mary
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Oh, to catch a falling star! How lovely that would be. Love your drawing.
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Thank you.
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Some people do literally migrate with the seasons. Can you blame them?
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I used to be one of them. Sigh.
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This poem resonates very strongly with me!
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ
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Exuberance, yes. Noble, hell no.
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Lol. Good point
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I’m looking for that falling star too…(K)
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😊🤗
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wonderful VJ; I can feel the ardor in this one — and that second stanza ‘layers of this confinement’ ; also love the haiku like lines of this —
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Thanks John.
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This is so lovely VJ
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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woke up to the first signs of winter today, makes me want to follow the birds…
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Sigh, yes. Snow is forecast here overnight.
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Very relatable and very nicely done.
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Thanks Roberta
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💓
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Bright as ever, but the sunheat is ebbing waaaaay to quickly
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It sure is. Snow forecast here.
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