A Stone: One daily Observation
This morning began
With a cold blue
Clouds resting on Taos Mountain
No two mornings the same
The weather report
Suggests rain
It does feel
As if you are inside
The heart
The air is chilled
And filled with sage
Today
The hot days of summer
Are but a memory
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Yes, here too, the hot days of summer (my favorite season) are but a memory. I sometimes measure my remaining life in the summers yet ahead. And life seems short.
I agree life is short, though some moments seem long. Let’s make it count, you and I! Thanks Mary! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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