Written by
Patricia Lang
February 2020
Written by
Patricia Lang
February 2020

When the Fog crept in ‘tween the Trees the Elements rumpled

But then gave up the ghost, scumble…


Blending of Sunshine and Willful wind made me stumble,

But then I tore up the bread for the Birds (crumble).


Flying from tree to tree does the Squirrel ever fumble?

Once a Cat slapped a Squirrel from a tree trunk, making it tumble.


Twittering Wrens and Sparrows – is that an avian mumble?

Similar to this society’s backbone [peasants] humble…


Sometimes waking up from meditation is a useless struggle:

Grumbling, falling back into dim visions, scumble…


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