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She whispers my name... Only I can hear
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
The Last Barefoot Day
A dark day And then a bright one A day of twisting turmoil A tempest travesty played by the South Wind Against a season trying to turn All the sullen gray broken And changed again into day Asking nothing more than light A splendor on the long unkempt, still green, grass Aglow and warm with the memory of Spring And a promise for a new Spring to come A great day, blue-bright blustering An introspective day on the edge of Winter Autumn, too swiftly unfolding A rare day A warm day A barefoot day ...The last barefoot day... Perhaps At long last
I am the Accidental Taoist
A child of the sixties who has not forgotten the promise of those days.
But unlike so many people my age - I remember all the stuff that has gone down since then...
I believe in earth first - we have no other place to go.