Outside my window
A bird searching
Panic
Gathering
The last of summer’s offerings
It’s life not governed by detailed planning
Lounging
Under the comfort of the blanket on the couch
A soul searching
Panic
Collecting
The last of life’s offerings
A life not governed by detailed dreaming
Falling
Drenching the soil relentless
Water always searching
Panic
Deflecting
The first of winters’ offerings
Life not governed by predicted thinking
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-10-03.
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