Climbing High

November 11, 2014

Feature, Poetry

Climb high until the shadow you cast grows small and insignificant. One more leaf to fall when winter comes. But the last flight was glorious.

The Old Ash Tree

The Old Ash Tree

About charles frenzel

I've been writing all my life. I've also painted, composed, sculpted, contributed to molecular research, advanced some mathematical concepts, lived on a sailboat, and worked for a Nobel Prize winner. Nothing in my life has pleased me more than to share my life with my wife and friend of over forty years.

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