Saturday, January 14, 2017

January 14, 2017 Sunday's Whirligig/ Remember the Brilliant Green of Summer

Remember the Brilliant Green of Summer

the leaves are turning     no longer    the brilliant green of 


coins tossed into the fountain   source of life       water 


catching the morning sun     light glimmers off the water

remember other times     new beginnings      painful endings

slip easily into remembrance      a boy      straight and strong

you breathe         time wasted               thrown from the bridge

someone said     we were killing it                we didn't know

how precious      how short                            a sacred place

the well grown dry       grief moves in               suddenly

you realize          many days have passed      many months

many years      something from the past...still I think of you

January 14, 2017

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

We never realize how fleeting those golden years are, my friend. The memories, while beautiful, also bring pain. A beautiful poem.