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.