Trail Poem by Glen Kappy
Trail
from 'While Passing Through'/Fall
October morning.
Trail of silvery circles
on the damp flagstone—
the snail—poem—thought
that eludes me.
Beautiful comparison of Autumn and snail. Seasons leaves silvery trail like snail. Loved reading it.
Thank you, Geetha. I don't recall seeing a comment from you before. If this is correct, then nice to meet you here at PH. If not, then please excuse my mistake. I enjoy meeting people through poetry here, and the circle of acquaintance keeps on expanding. Be well! -Glen
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4/28/2024 5:56:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Silvery snail trail - there's nothing like it. Amazing stuff. Unless you step on it barefoot...
you know i never have stepped barefoot on a snail trail. but i hardly go barefoot at all. having grown up in nyc, i learned to protect my feet always- hence my hardly-calloused innocent feet. -ah the delight in God's creatures! thanks for your visiting and commenting, laurie. be well! -glen