I’m re-blogging this recent poem with a new photo of a beautiful, blood red maple, donating its oxygen for my brain to function. Our veins are the receptors of a steady stream of inspiration…food for thought breathed in and out everyday. Enjoy!
A bitter
breeze
sharpens
pointed
maple
leaves,
throwing
them down
one by one
like ninja
stars,
silently
sticking
their
target,
the ground
now blood red.
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
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