Journey

As the water flows deep dark & silent

so do these memories of you

slightly changed with absence.

These years have flown

with other journeys,

important at the time

but just a footnote to our life.

The winter dawn shimmers

behind the trees, & wild geese

fly their V towards warmer climes

trees drop crisp golden leaves

bright red berries herald coming snow

I’m too old & tired to read between the lines

this world’s engulfed in hatred’s fire.

As the water flows deep dark & silent

so do these memories of you

slightly changed but ever present.