PROMPT: The title, course! This prompt is actually one you could use over and over with the same writers because each day we miss new things.
I didn't see the ash tree
outside the window where I write.
I didn't notice that its leaves fell weeks before
in a shower of gold that set
the rest of autumn sparking.
in a shower of gold that set
the rest of autumn sparking.
Zeus wore such a guise
to visit Danae in her cell, and so
Perseus was conceived.
I had forgotten.
I had forgotten how once
I dreamed a golden shower,
light dancing down into my sleep.
Loosed from the bonds of matter
it free-fell into a purple land.
So long ago it was
I had forgotten how I woke up
feeling warmed by love.
I didn't see the leaves
huddle at the curbs this year,
ready to be swept away and burned
as fuel for the winter to come.
I didn't see the buds
Perseus was conceived.
I had forgotten.
I had forgotten how once
I dreamed a golden shower,
light dancing down into my sleep.
Loosed from the bonds of matter
it free-fell into a purple land.
So long ago it was
I had forgotten how I woke up
feeling warmed by love.
I didn't see the leaves
huddle at the curbs this year,
ready to be swept away and burned
as fuel for the winter to come.
I didn't see the buds
already taking shape on
the undressed branches
of the ash.
the undressed branches
of the ash.
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