I thought I sensed your presence
In the sultry southern night
Was it you? Were you there?
If only I could go
travel back to when
life was oh, so simple
As I stood upon the brink of life
And looked into the murky depths
I knew my soul would soon be lost
If I took just one more faltering step
Gnarled Black Walnut trees
Bared of leaves
Stark against metal sky
In a darkening woods
a tree stands...separate...
as if to say 'I shall not blend.'
they are not welcome
I have so much trouble accepting
I fight against them 'till I am weary
They stand alone- stark and forgotten
Forlorn and sad and slowly fading
I am reminded of old times past
And of the memories that lie awaiting.
Wood and stone or flesh and bone... in the end nature wins.
A creeper vines crookedly up the old stones …
upon which it depends.
Gnarled old hands reach up to give a caress to the fresh young leaves
I've been craving your sweetness
I drank you melted into my coffee this morning.
And carried you with me all the day long.
I can feel you there swimming gently in my head.
In the long shadows of my life, as yet another
day spent itself, settling softly down for it’s
impending nocturnal rest, I was in contemplation
of my journey…my sojourn…my never ending