On late winter afternoons
Before it all fades to gray
Distractions blur mind’s focus
Engendering thoughts to stray
A dark crow perched on a limb
The gray squirrel on the fence
Rely instinct will reveal
Their ordained paths leading hence
No parallel guide exists
For humankind to resource
While sufficient light remains
To secure my future course
Thoughts percolate inside
What purpose or intent
Will providence provide
Before daylight is spent
Heart voices gentle say
Spirit lends light to way
Yet qualms suffuse each day
Before all fades to gray
I find this to be one of the finest things I have read, I have secured it in my collection as I should. There are really now flaws here. But it also contains something of value in its perspective. Very creative, and used wisely. A genuine masterpiece is of the same size as this. Greeney
.... and it always does, doesn't it. Provokingly wistful/accepting piece m. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really a pleasure to read, Mary. Fine work.