Change is inevitable. It's there from moonrise to sunrise. Another day, another breath, another dream. Who can utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened, invaded, expended.
Festivals hang in suspension, waiting for another year of celebrations. Seasons change and people grow.What's left of life, do we ever know.
We look back, we live today, tomorrow we hope for. And peace we envisage is a well earned reward so we strive. The green leaves sprout from seeds planted in the garden, and we muse, sure, this is good.
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Prosery: From a purely aesthetic viewpoint, Levertov
Challenged to use the line ” Who can utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened, invaded, expended.”From the poem “In California: Morning, Evening, Late January,” by Denise Levertov.
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