Two variations before I hit the pillow. This being sick thing is not good for daily poetry.
the pale petals fall
silent to the ground below
offered to the wind.the pale petals fall
gathered by the wind’s sweeping
victim to the rain.
Two variations before I hit the pillow. This being sick thing is not good for daily poetry.
the pale petals fall
silent to the ground below
offered to the wind.the pale petals fall
gathered by the wind’s sweeping
victim to the rain.
The heights by great men reached and kept / Were not attained by sudden flight, / But they, while their companions slept, / Were toiling upward in the night.