24 Indulgences – XI

I sit out at the park and write.
I hear the distant voices;
A bird is circling the lake
Enjoying all his choices.

A season of indulgences,
A whole new book or folder:
A time for loving summer back,
And not just

Getting older

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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