|© Judith Clay for dversepoets.com|
the lion, leading
in his pointed party hat)
follow the wind which blows things that fly.
Things we found fun before the wind song insisted we outrace the schoolhouse
chasing more than dreams, or luck, or knowledge; feeling fate on our faces, time slips the pavement and all things change.
© Gay Reiser Cannon
8.24.13 * All Rights Reserved
Posted for dversepoets Poetics - hosted by Claudia featuring the artwork of Judith Clay
and for imaginary garden with real toads - hosted by Hedgewitch
a fibonacci poem consisting of 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21 where "zero" is the first line.