Too Fast Poem by Michael J ORourke2

Too Fast



The language of the woods came to me
In colors of crimson and Irish whiskey
Along with the wind-strewed leaves
The gentle clouds breathed through the maritime forest
And whispered gently in my ear
'Serenity has come too quickly-too easily
And is soon to disappear.'

Wednesday, April 8, 2015
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