Saturday, November 12, 2016
The Visitor Comments
Rating: ★5.0
French panes stir with rays of morning's ebullience.
Then light awoke and tiptoed over slender glass
Nibbling its lenses with gold flakes & honey rime
til Blue jays chorused. The prologue of a fretful day
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8/10/2025 12:22:51 AM # 1.0.0
Fantastic! There's something here that reminds me of Robert Frost. Maybe it really never is too late to go back and take the road we missed the first time. A great poem.