The Measure of a Single Year

Hi Neville, 
This resonates with me,  contemplating, tears, breath and falling leaves...simple things that are happing everywhere, are not something we measure as a rule
really made me think
Lorna x

Neville,

your poem calls me to action, to soon grab a glass, a bottle, 2 fingers of scotch and place to sit or stand alone or with a good friend in silence or in conversation