Along the Graybeard Trail
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Unbidden, unasked
Unbidden,
a thistle grows in the yard,
a sturdy, prickly weed.
Unasked,
its green and purple hues
reveal
a simple mystery:
life,
death,
life to be,
triangle of eternity.
16 July 2011
Ghost Ranch, 2011
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johanisek
July 18, 2011 at 5:55 AM
Beautiful poem, Mark.
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Beautiful poem, Mark.
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