and then leaves start
letting
go
colours like dropped arpeggios after
a spring and summer of green
holding on through gales and rare rain
and heat and then these trees
go into winter mode and cut ties
litter ground with
yellow brown and red
reasons to rake all my
autumn questions into piles of brittle
questions of age and want
and fear and love
and ok
where did Bach’s music come from
notes showered on our lives
with overwhelming beauty
like answers from an inscrutable oracle
No comments:
Post a Comment