Sunday, March 2, 2014


Is it a symbol of our times
that no one gives a darn
if they can thread a needle
or be nimble with a thimble?
No longer do we tend to mend,
or save what can be useful,
we are wasteful, there's no doubt,
we just throw things out.

Snow ladens the boughs,
reminder of a season
renewing its vows.


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