ANOTHER CHANCE

Posted on November 25, 2018 by | 2 Comments

 

 

Three hundred rings along the creek,
five months dry—another chance
to live, another chance to die

marked with autumn’s fleeting
splendor. Soon naked and lithe,
these old sycamores will cavort

the winter long, memorize and
improvise each lunge and pirouette
until the dance is crystalized

within my mind. Blessed be
the seasons as examples of
yet another chance to get it right.

 

This entry was posted in Photographs, Poems 2018 and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 responses to “ANOTHER CHANCE”

  1. David A Wilkinson's avatar David A Wilkinson | November 25, 2018 at 5:35 am | Reply

    excellent

    Sent from my iPad

    >

    Like

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.