I’m not well enough to do anything except sit around. So I went looking for poetry.

I found

If we part now, perhaps we will find each other in our dreams
The way dried flowers are found in books

at someone’s site on livejournal

and this

The red and brown, dry paper leaves
now do their dying season dance.

at Ragged Claws

and this

you just make me
a history
stars woven of the past
forgotten poetry.

from Shining Spirit