Poetry starts as an idea or phrase which expands into a message to be brought through from somewhere. Where it comes from is a more magical place than here, or maybe it offers a more magical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker
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Tuesday, August 27, 2019
End of Summer
The end of season
Push subsides
Harvest, savor, put aside
Enjoy the yield
From heat and sun
Put up feet
Let coast don't run
Walk in alignment
Through the lull
Between the weather
Cycle's done.
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