Ideas skitter away from me
a ghost squirrel
too busy gathering
juicy words
of my ripest summer
to store against the harsher days,
growing fat
and sleek
on a gluttony of literature
and the imperfection of joy,
to draw close
and nibble from my hand.
And yet,
there may be fruit enough
to weather the winter's chill.
To immerse yourself in a sea of gorgeous words, visit LK Ludwig here today for a link to participants. A million thanks to her for this communal feast.
Poem c. 2008 by JeriAnn.
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