The wind will change color
and we will go fishing at daybreak
even as things can’t happen as they did before
but approximation of the past is possible
fear of the future will be forgotten
as it always has been
when another autumn returns
and I see flashing water reflected in your eyes

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Selected byNolcha Fox
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Raymond Huffman

I am a retired entomologist/educator and have been writing poetry for a long time. It's only been in the last few years that I have taken it a little more seriously. I keep trying through writing to find new perspectives that reveal the layers of meaning that are always there, just below the surface of the obvious. I write because I enjoy it, and sometime it helps me understand the world and myself better.