On Poetry

[mfwilkie]

The wind is rushing time-stamped leaves toward their destiny.
(I'm porched, enjoying this manifestation of season.)
I don't know each leaf in the universe, but I recognize
the tree and appreciate the angles of speech
that emanate from its branches.

[ramadevi]

I am also 'porched in my cyber seat', appreciating the angles of speech emanating from the branches of your poet-tree



Warmly,
'rd