Making Up for Mistakes



Making Up for Mistakes


I’m going to a cabin


To write


And drink coffee

While removing the bullets

From too many years of

Losing myself

In unimportant purposes.

It may take years.

To fix the mistake

Of missing the first snowfall

On the lone cedar.

(Author’s note: I haven’t done this yet, hence, no photo of a lone cedar. Holding a fallen leaf up to the sun was my second choice.)



Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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