Thursday, October 06, 2005

the changing of seasons...a poem


it's fall outside,
the geese are starting to get restless
because they know
that soon they'll fly...
i too will fly away someday
flying, soaring homeward bound.
but for now
i must keep busy
and not grow restless
to what's required of me.
but in my life
my spring is over
and i feel midsummeresque
so...
that is the season i am in
and what a busy season it is.

not ready to fly away yet,
and hopefully i don't
but i don't know the number of my days.
***nv***

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