Poetry Friday: Days of Innocence 1

I'm finally back for Poetry Friday, after a several week absence. Maybe this is a sign that my life is slowly getting back under control, after much travel followed by much Cybils excitement. Today I bring you a November-themed poem by e. e. cummings. It is short and sweet.

Days of Innocence (1)

who are you, little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window;at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling:that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

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I'll bring you more from this set of poems next week. Happy November!