Thoughts to Share
I watched God today Dipping his paintbrush Into the palette Too wide for the horizon – The deep, warm oils of October He worked the canopy first With rust and aubergine Tracing sunny yellows That tell the story of Ghost-summer And preparing for the void: Priming the chill of winter Like a blank canvas Aching…
Sometimes The people we love Leave With parkas rustling In the wind Their scent lingering In the air Long after They are gone Like candlelight Fading into darkness Seeds of marigold Carried by the wind Or the golden leaves Of tall aspens trembling In the October breeze Falling to the ground Swirling The ones special…