Deciduous 

Birch trees in December

Shedding what we cannot see, parting ways

The past standing in the moment, feelings linger

Fallen leaves and bare branches feel differently against my skin

One healing the other, vice versa, back and forth

Embracing impermanence, letting go

Summertime Nostalgia 

Moments ripen, falling off trees

Scents of youth congregating midair, hovering – waiting for a breeze

Footsteps running, collecting in silos, overflowing, rolling downhill

Laughter’s arms wrapping around me, a tight embrace that won’t let go

Sunlight’s release, captured on my face

Head tilting back, eyes closing, soaking in through open pores

Summertime – here, now, imprinted 

Nostalgia to be tasted forevermore 

Changing the Verse

Shadows toss tapestries against blank walls

Past’s outlines move with the arc of the sun

Voiceless motions counter deafening emotions 

Carving story lines that remain unchanged

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Rewind, replay, retreat

The needle jumps back across a scratched record, my life

The chorus sung over and over again 

Until the right moment to change the verse

Sound of Silence

Vapors escape skyward, just out of reach

Parched, a salty taste remains, overwhelming the senses

Shimmering illusions lie at horizon’s edge

Awaiting my arrival, long lost friends

Distance remains, gaps never seem to close

Undeterred, reminders float within eyesight 

Mirages existing in the sounds of silence