| Just Around Sunset |
| by: Deedee Sanderson |
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It’s
hard to tell, exactly,
Pinpoints to haystacks,
Further loss, future gains
momentum.
Letting go, so it goes.
But a puzzle for the mind
To quiz the body,
Temptation for,
And why, not?
When while amidst flickers
Colour and glass tinkles
Gravity hangs the laundry
And it dries.
While wrapped up,
Crisp breeze-kissed
Sheets
Merlot-Rose glows on hills
Opposing
NOTHING
So nice to keep the warmth close
As the brightness fades.
And, naturally, it comes,
filtered through gauzy shades
And nearly sleeping eyes,
Slipping further..
As a lone shadow,
Treads, silent gait,
And
No where rushes
Knows nothing
But now…This Now & that Now,
And Now, Dozing..
The Sandman leaves
Fine, fine stories
on the edges of my eye.
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Deedee expresses her art in many styles,
drawing inspiration from within as well as from the
natural beauty of her surroundings.
She makes her home in the sanctity of the Wilno hills,
near Algonquin Park. Her book,
"If Heaven Can Wait...Finding Grace Through Alzheimers"
is a non-fiction tale of her journey with her ailing Granny.
It is available through Chapters or online at:
www.gsph.com
www.myspace.com/deedeesanderson
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