Thursday, June 22, 2017


These days they call
the Autumn of years,
are really no different
to those which would be

called a Summer or a
Spring, or even a Winter,
for, like the seasons, there
is the constant hold of our

being, and the changing
costumes, picked up each
day, dropped at night, found
again, and worn in different

ways. Through all the seasons,
earth, sky, tree remain as them
selves, but dressed in varying
ways, which give the feeling

that they are not the same, and
yet, of course they are, in essence
and form, the same as they have
always been. As are we ….

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