THE TREE OUTSIDE OUR KITCHEN WINDOW
How strange to see a budded tree
With blooms and dead leaves
How strange to reflect
How life and death connect
Even in me.
posted by Ebeth @ 10:19 AM
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
How strange to see a budded tree
With blooms and dead leaves
How strange to reflect
How life and death connect
Even in me.
About Me
- Name: Ebeth
- Location: Florence, Kentucky, United States
married to my best friend, writer, teacher, avid reader, occasional poet, volunteer
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