Sailing to windward


Biography of Sailing to windward

Life is
but a tear-drop
clinging
briefly
to a smile

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Falling leaves

All the browning leaves;
seems but yesterday they budded.
Veiled, shy, tempted open alongside starry webbing,
suckling spring and summer sun, sweet sap and whispered song,
now, fall dankly in the chill.

All the falling browning,
leaves us seasoned, mourning,
barely open, veiny, vainly scarred and searching,

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