A poem of mine from a few years back……..
Autumn Survivor
Tougher than I look,
a blessing well disguised.
Others blown away
by furious gales,
riding glorious gusty waves,
laughing riotous liberation,
their brief breathless ecstasy.
Yet some met gentler fates in
falls impossibly soft,
sank into first and then became
a gentle bed of kindred strangers.
I wait on the next breeze,
held here now by thin fading strands,
quiet memories of
splendid ostentation,
surrounded by a sea of evergreen.
Festina Lente 