Remnants
The rain of last night
has given way
to clouds and sun.
The leaves on a tree
in the next yard
have turned color
and some have fallen
while the cool wind
sings a song
of the season.
In comfort of solitude
I look out the window
thinking of old friends
and old loves.
Their voices linger
in stillness of the morning
a reflection of the seasons
a moment’s recollection
after I travelled many
highways and roads.
And today
the kitchen needs sweeping
and I must pick up remnants
lying on the floor.
The dryer is humming
and a breeze sings
a song without words
as I wait for someone
to come
and look at my poems
and ask about my life
Although the day’s warm
I must remind myself
that a cold wind will blow
and summer will become
a memory as we go
through our daily lives.
A bird on a limb
cries out then is gone
a forgotten dream
and my laptop
offers a soft glow
as a new verse
seeks the light of day.
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