Falling Leaves
The forest isn’t silent, not really
Falling leaves twist in the wind
Crinkling as they descend
Their echoes bouncing from branch to branch
In a secret language of changing seasons, color
The pine needle floor fades my footfalls to
A whisper of a memory as the path behind disappears
In the diminishing sunlight
I understand how one gets lost in the forest
I know why one so chooses
Into Eternity
My eyes close
As the earth revolves
Starlight travels into eternity
Tomorrow, the sun rises
Although central Texas received flood-level rains late this spring and early summer, some damage from the years of drought cannot be undone.
Those Who Remain
The dead stand as a reminder of better days
It will take some time before they fall
Longer even, until the last piece of bark
Disintegrates into nothingness
We benefit even from their decay
Those of us who remain
Inca Dove
Inca dove nesting
Away from paparazzi
Just wants privacy
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Poem #30 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month
Yes, 30 new poems in April! I made it!
No Reason Not To
I’ll bloom where I want
This place as good as any
No reason not to
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Poem #29 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month
It's a long story ... 