261 Pay attention

Posted on February 12, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Listen for the sense in the noise.
Spring, like the birthing room,
is chaos and cacophony,
as Winter,like the grave,
is silence.
So now, comes Summer.
I’m dozing in my swing
squinting my ear for theme
amidst all of Natures
racous characters and
War and Peace plots.
Somewhere in all of that,
She dictates Her message,
in the dark, cool
hollows of the forests,
while all Her creation
waits for the Fall.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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