“In my End is my Beginning”
The End of Autumn
How could we pass through autumn
without thinking about life.
Life and death.
Life and birth.
Birth and death.
The book ends of our existence
with pauses of space in between
waiting for us to write the chapters
that will fill the empty volume
that eventually defines a life.
These photos were taken by me at the Duke Hospice at The Meadowlands in Hillsborough, North Carolina. This hospice is set on an old farmstead in rural Orange county. The hospice and grounds are a wonderful gift to all who pass through.
Quotation embroidered and worn by Mary, Queen of Scots
A Poet in Time 
A wonderful, v. creative poem – and beautiful blog.
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Thank you so much, Janet. I’m delighted you found this place. 🙂
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Beautiful. Love your words and photos!!
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Thank you so much.
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thoughtful poem, mary!
the words ‘book ends’ brought these lyrics to mind : https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tnmo22mj7dqmafmaq7bleq4ywyi?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics
they also address thoughts of how we lived and are living our lives.:) jo anna
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I always love hearing from you, Joanna. The lyrics are a great connection. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. 🙂
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Thank you, Robin.
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Lovely poem and lovely photos, Mary! Beautifully done–and so wise! 🙂
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