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 
fall
in silence
with
unquestioned
fate.

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Have a great week, my friends!