Sunday, October 21, 2012

Fall beckons

Fall beckons and yet a few blooms remain
unheeding and unyielding

to the inevitable path of their destiny
and yet
if you listen so softly
you can hear their whispers 

amidst the fallen
soldiers that have gone before them

I wonder ...
if i were to come back
as a tree

would you light upon my waving branches
sweet finch
and comfort me with song 

as my golden forces 
in silence

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Have a great week, my friends!