Regina

Regina From inside – what has been my home – I watch the red, gold, brown leaves striped bear – by the cold cruel winds – from their life’s force, the trees. They come fluttering down – like snowflakes – to lay on the ground, become – as they decay – food for when spring comes around. To these eyes – tears – to these thoughts, these feelings bring as changes come and winters melancholy song will sing of the losses – summer disappeared in a place the sun hardly shone throughout my lengthy stay, soon it will be time, to be gone, back to the lush green, warmth, and the place I call home. A journey, an adventure over – this soul no longer too roam the highways, the byways - others’ lives and life’s story. At the end – moments and memories – some small glory. Tomorrow ? – beyond fear and uncertainty – a new adventure ! B. J. “A” 2 September 28th 2005