[Critique Group 2] Joan for Jan sessions

[Joan Myles]

Dear Friends,

Can't wait to be with you, to chat about poetry, and life, what a gift you
are to me!
Blessings,
Joan
***Another from my current collection***

Death

The seasons will reveal themselves,

One glittering wing at a time

As they drape the world in  purple and black.

Great mysteries will  swoop down,

Hover  over us like a storm

Until we find the way inside.

Still I crave dewy September grass,

Air laced with soul-speckled clover,

Whispered mists and November rain.

The seasons will reveal themselves

Here beside my beloved

With no regard for chapel bells and baggage claim tickets.

I am merely a  child

Pedaling  my brokenness into the fog

To prove the ways of Love.
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