Passing Seasons

In bare trees

I’ve lost something
to grey winds passing

to thoughts that should have
lingered longer

but they drifted by
like leaves downstream
into the mist

The grass bends
in the lifeless field
I call me

and I go on
for more seasons
than I can stand.

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Superb. Beautiful poetry.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful, touching poetry. The trees lose their leaves, but there is renewal in soring. For yhose who are feeling lost and hopeless, may they be revived in spirit. Your choice of wording is perfect in this poem lighthouse.

Chris

Ch

[Lighthouse]

Thank you Chris.