485 After reading “Emily and Herman” April, 2013

Posted on March 13, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Life,
you will make a death of me.
While I yodel through the years,
laughing, drying tears,
resigned to so many beginnings
without endings,
though some fruitions,
some harvested fruits,
but constantly reminded of
cold, dead, white winter coming,
when even then,
sprouts of crabgrass, tulip, oak
partly penetrate, but not,
frozen earth,
preparing for cyclical rebirth
that, could it be,
might even be,
for me?

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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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