Some days
I am
a Rose
some days
a reed
Some times
I bloom
some times
I wither
Some ways
always growing
some ways
always dying
Every flower
blooms in it’s
own time
dies in it’s
own time
grow anew
never blue…
Autumn
Leaves falling
Autumn calling
Crispness freckles
the skin
Let the
season begin
Pumpkins and
Cinnamon
Goblins and
Elves
Turkey and
Trimmings
The game
whose winning
presents and
memories
as the
Wind Whispers…
Beams
Moonbeams
full moon
setting
Sunbeams
full sun
rising
Another
year
here,
Grateful..
.
Mists
Shrouded
mists
passing
through
sun
peeking
through
the gentle
notes
of the
winged
songs
touch
the
heart
in
primal
places…
in other words
