SUMMERY-RETURNS
Sometimes her autumn
can be mistook
for summer years.
She has now that look.
I see her hair
with a golden glow
one hardly believes
will turn white as snow.
But turn to white -
after turning to grey -
will her hair of gold,
sure as leaves decay.
VOCATION-IN-VERSIFICATION-
MINE-IS-FIND
Verse is my vocation,
as you can see.
Eve's was the lesson
of the knowledge-tree.
The Buddha's the path
to spirituality.
If only his wisdom
had set the world free.
Not through religion,
his fine philosophy.
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