Pensive Walk
Pensive Walk
Autumn winds are sorting;
Some limbs this day are cracking, falling,
While there are those that split and cling
Green cored, they do not break but bend.
And I will walk and walk and shuffle
Through wooded leaf cushioned paths,
Believing these will be seen again where
Tall cannas, sunflowers, sleep in depths waiting.
Yes, I will walk, I will breath,
Agog at jeweled leaves with supernatural hope,
That we will meet again
On the other side of Winter.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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