Water passes
as does time
as do the leaves
and memories
of other years on the wane
fallen calendar pages
floating on slackened currents
But I am warm
there is motion
still enduring colors
pictures within
from times of shared love
Autumn whispers
what once was
may be yet again
I float and wait
float and wait
float and wait
Thanks to The Mag
6 comments:
lovely rhythm- nicey done!
The calendar pages for this year are certainly falling fast... :)
Love the element of promise in your beautiful poetry today ....
Atmospheric stuff!
Lovely...I like the notion of calendar pages falling like leaves...
Lovely sense of timing with autumn arriving and yet she floats giving no never mind to what lies ahead.
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