Regina

 

From inside – what has been my home – I watch the red, gold, brown leaves

 striped bear – by the cold cruel winds – from their life’s force, the trees.

They come fluttering down – like snowflakes – to lay on the ground,

become – as they decay – food for when spring comes around.

 

To these eyes – tears – to these thoughts, these feelings bring

as changes come and winters melancholy song will sing

of the losses – summer disappeared in a place the sun hardly shone

throughout my lengthy stay, soon it will be time, to be gone,

 

back to the lush green, warmth, and the place I call home.

A journey, an adventure over – this soul no longer too roam

the highways, the byways -  others’ lives and life’s story.

At the end – moments and memories – some small glory.

 

Tomorrow ? – beyond fear and uncertainty – a new adventure !

 

B. J. “A” 2

September 28^th 2005