FALLING
\ FALLING
\ falling……
You burst into the scene in spring -
fresh and full - and slowly,
through the passage of time,
you begin to brown.
As the sun lowers
\ down,
\ down,
down with shadows long
upon the ground
and summer’s last warmth
in the air you fall -
to make way for more.
with bursting flight
you descend
as an answer to my why’s.
World in Motion
The stream lifts it music
to my ears. Birds rise,
seeking special places.
Fighter jets in formation
trace their supersonic race
overhead.
As you tumble, falling -
earthward ……..gently
touching the ground.
Crushing beneath the feet
of creatures greater
than self.
This is the season’s shift -
from young to old.
The spring in your step;
the colour in your skin -
gone.
(No different to the flowers
that once gathered at our feet.)
Making Way
Turning inward,
you fade into the sunset.
Letting go, to make way,
for new fruit
that will one day grow.
You leave me
stripped of beauty,
bare -
awaiting another,
season.