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  • Steve Toth
    WAY OF LIFE In Spring the buds take their hands out of their pockets & tenderly unbutton their winter coats In Summer the friendly fog & comforting clouds
    Message 1 of 2 , Aug 4, 2012
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      WAY OF LIFE

      In Spring the buds
      take their hands
      out of their pockets
      & tenderly unbutton
      their winter coats

      In Summer the friendly fog
      & comforting clouds gather
      the most pure evaporations
      Fog is only as gloomy
      as the one walking in it

      In Autumn a blue spark
      goes between the eyes
      at any busy intersection
      I am that
      flash of recognition

      In Winter a blizzard of torn
      language piles up in drifts
      Nobody wonders where
      ideas come from
      until they can't get one

      Change is disruptive
      Change is disturbing
      but for those
      who never stop improving
      change is a way of life

      Steve Toth
    • Don Adams
      Hello Steve, I like this poem a great deal. Thanks so much. donpat ... Hello Steve, I like this poem a great deal. Thanks so much. donpat From: Steve Toth
      Message 2 of 2 , Aug 4, 2012
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        Hello Steve,

        I like this poem a great deal.

        Thanks so much.

        donpat


        From: Steve Toth <poetree1968@...>
        To: VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com
        Sent: Saturday, August 4, 2012 2:33 PM
        Subject: [VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone] Way of Life

         
        WAY OF LIFE

        In Spring the buds
        take their hands
        out of their pockets
        & tenderly unbutton
        their winter coats

        In Summer the friendly fog
        & comforting clouds gather
        the most pure evaporations
        Fog is only as gloomy
        as the one walking in it

        In Autumn a blue spark
        goes between the eyes
        at any busy intersection
        I am that
        flash of recognition

        In Winter a blizzard of torn
        language piles up in drifts
        Nobody wonders where
        ideas come from
        until they can't get one

        Change is disruptive
        Change is disturbing
        but for those
        who never stop improving
        change is a way of life

        Steve Toth



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