Monday, September 3, 2012

My Home Is







My Home Is

old redwoods nestled in the hillside

a backyard offering blueberries, radishes and tomatoes

a chair in a sun drenched corner window

a voice carrying the rhythm of a guitar

falling leaves at the end of  summer
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2 comments:

  1. Joanne9/4/12, 11:39 AM

    I love crisp fallen Fall leaves that crunch under every foot step. Changing of the seasons bring about fresh new beginnings. Love ya, Mom

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    1. Minimum Mama9/5/12, 11:35 AM

      I found myself in a sad place realizing the summer is over. Thank you, yes, a fresh new beginning.

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