When I walked along a path
yesterday,
I hadn’t thought about the season
the changing winds
that would a tear in my eye provide
allowing me to feel,
to know to fear, to contemplate a time
when I would alone
the forest brush underneath my soul
my heart in a constant …
I wonder about the changing winds
tonight the longest
stretch of darkness in the sky.
I’m awake to feel it all,
to know only my dreams in surround
while the earth on axis
moves to the spacial element of time
my mind thinks on her
sweet darkness let me forever pine.
I love the changing season
© Scott F Savage 2019
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