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| January Morning at Smith Mountain Lake |
Once in a while, when the mood strikes me, I write poetry. That and playing musical instruments for my own amusement and amazement (I'm amused by the sounds that I make, and amazed when I get the fingerings right) keep me sane. Anyway, here are two of my latest poems. Hope you enjoy.
Yellow
In a green forest
The first yellow leaf
Of autumn
Silently . . .
Falls . . .
To the ground.
Night
Well oiled,
Night
Got off,
To a rusty start.
Photograph and poems Copyright © 2013-2014 by D. S. Murphy
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