"You can't see the forest for the trees." or " one mans interpretation maybe a blind man's view or my favorite alone in a crowded room. There are times that everything seems so very clear and other times where we are blinded by our own denial. In reality I have felt the loneliness that comes with " being alone in a crowded room.
The weather was incredible today, truly the calm before the storm. I watched as the golden finches winged their way back and forth to the feeder. I felt the unusual warmness that a fickle November can bring.
One last rose in bud,
on this late fall day,
a surprise of color
and a fragrance sweet
that doesn't seem to fade.
The colors on the hills,
bright orange and red
leave behind an image
before the leaves are
all shed.
The season in passing,
takes with it the dreams
and leaves behind your love
the sentiment of memories.
Unlock the gates,
pass on through,
for I am truly waiting
in the heavens blue.
Forever is a long time,
but even longer is the truth,
that I will always love you
and love you I do.
1 comment:
What a beautiful poem and picture.
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