The Best Is Still Seen
Mustard colored ferns scattered on the hill
Scarlet leaves on branches hang over still
Green trees topped with color, passing by
I left questions behind, no wonders why
Things in life are not always right in place
I accept what is right in front of my face
A longing will stir, for things I have lost
Sometimes returning like a fallen frost
But even frost has beauty in the chill
Just as the memories, when I stand still
In the gratitude, for all that I shared
The warmth remains, from times you cared
There will always be colors and contrast
For the best is still seen in all that lasts
Heidi Sands
9/19/17
Placed 1st in the Standard Contest 165. Any form, any theme.
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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