As pears that do not ripen
affirmation takes it’s place,
when Autumn leaves turn to gold
my mind trenchant and keen;
I conquer many fearsome things
subdue and overcome, and as the mists
arrive, how precious days become…
Written in January and shown below.
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Photo: Susie Hemingway@Flickr
Beautiful words. I hope all is well, I read this numerous times and felt a little unease.
No need for unease Micheal, I wrote this poem last January and felt it appropriate for the changing season of Autumn. Hamada is doing quite well and ‘hanging in there’ but all these days are precious. Do hope all is well with you and yours and come on get that blog going again we miss it.