In the Forthcoming Years
i sit here
within the iridescent glow of trees
beneath the lambent light
of this harvest moon
thoughts twirling
like leaves in summer's breeze
knowing another year
we will soon have aged
as i write to you...
dearest self
do not look to the years of yore
that have made us stand
stronger than the hundred year old oak
on the creek's island
for we have faced
the same turbulence
as it within life's many storms
upon the bank of time
we have watched many
erode away from life
as the world crumbled
like autumn's leaves around us
we have felt the bitter bite
of death's own hands
piercing, numbness
like winter's breath
made us stifle
beneath countless tears
so look not back
rather forward
walk beneath the sky
as it blushes crimson hues
across the dark canvas
before the first light breaks
dance beneath the soft rain
if only to become renewed
like the flowers of spring
spread your wings
in flight
sing with the birds
in morning's song
walk slow
and admire life
smell the flowers
whenever you can
for life is a mere path
that falls too short for many
admire the beauty of all around
including self
for i have neglected us
for way too long
stand strong
like that oak
and be proud
of you
forevermore
9/21/2021
Letter to future self
Sponsored by Silent One
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2021
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