Time flies so quickly,
wasn't it only yesterday i was pecking away?
Poetry flowing through my fingers,
not knowing what i said.
But laughing years later,
re-reading where it led.
Dark nights, cold winter
is coming soon.
A new puppyhead keeps me company
through all the many moons.
reminded of all the wonderful poets i met here before, hoping many of you are still writing and we'll be in touch again.