One of the beauties of poetry
Is to read something else into the mystery.
Lines writ by another sage
Can be wisted and turned with our language
Permiting ambiguity to say it all
In these days of early winter- fading fall.
So it is with Silvers's poem of this season
Which could be about passion (?)
But in these days, recent past
Perhaps a reminder of thanksgiving ending fast
So that at the table surrounded by one and all
His poem gives hope to families; big or small.
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One of the beauties of poetry Is to read something else into the mystery. Lines writ by another sage Can be wisted and turned with our language Permiting ambiguity to say it all In these days of early winter- fading fall. So it is with Silvers's poem of this season Which could be about passion (?) But in these days, recent past Perhaps a reminder of thanksgiving ending fast So that at the table surrounded by one and all His poem gives hope to families; big or small. s