Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
It takes but a night of rain
to wash away weeks and months.
The remainder of the season,
days of thought and reason.
Please wait, she said.
Her colour had changed, more
than the blush on her cheeks.
I’m not ready.
It’s time, autumn replied, as much
warmth in his voice
as intention.
Will you be gentle?
Summer shone, still possessing
the familiar beauty that was her gift.
I will try, he said.
I have been waiting so long
for this moment.
© 2015 j.g. lewis