Jahrestag by Leonard M Hawkescold october—
storm threatening—
mid-morning, and I remember:
(it passes, some years,
busily unnoticed: lost in
the spending--time, money,
effort, preparation)
But I came here first this day—
this has been, this
is still my Gift.
10/22/2010 Author's Note: The Friday of the Deer Hunt I first went to work.
Posted on 10/22/2010 Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes
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