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Come join me! :)
I love this, Gabriele.
~Kay
Dear Tracy,
yes, I will....
In my youth there were always people in the woods, mostly old women searching for something: herbes, mushrooms, roots, berries...
nowadays I will meet a jogger with earphones or a biker with distorted features climbing uphill along bumpy paths...
Now... perhaps I should go there to make somebody write a similar poem when he thinks of me looking back...
Gabriele
We have a woods down the street. My husband and I love to walk the paths. We aren't allowed to forage, but I smell, look, and touch the bark of the old trees. It is a peaceful place. A renewing time.
I haggle for time
spent alone with the stream--
speaking to trees
with their soft mossy words
a bewitching hour
...Oh, Kay,
much too late I noticed that you sent me one of your most lovey poems. This is a wonderful present. Thank you so much!!!
Best wishes
gabriele
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