Thursday, November 4, 2010


Leaves turn,
Wind blows,
Voices echo.
The end is near.

Staunch the pain.
Close up the clouds
That rain down tears.
Why are you downcast, O my soul?

In vain, do I mourn
The close of things
That must be closed.
For tonight, I am golden.

I wish for eternal summer
Frolics in a green world.
[I cannot return to a month
Once its been torn from the calendar]

Instead, winter advances daily.
The empty trees watch
As silence and I grow closer.
We bond in the windchill.

If I were hollow and numb,
None of it would matter.
But spring lives deep in my heart.
I cannot surrender this hope.
{and hope does not put us to shame}