Looking Down Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Looking Down



What is it you know
what does anyone know…
The sand through your fingers
the wind through the years
Last season unturned
the snows of our summer
The answers autumnal
—the valley below

(Dreamsleep: September,2022)

Tuesday, September 20, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: answers,september
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