This morning is
just this morning.
Last night
was only a night.
Where we end up is
as much a choice as chance.
A destination will look different
at the end of the day.
05/14/2024 j.g.l.
Common flowers do not know,
now, which direction to flow when
brittle leaves decide they are done.
Symptoms of the season; shame
rolls its eyes again late in October.
Chilled winds push life away along
with cautiously expected rains.
Disorder begins all the same as
last year and before. Again. The pain.
What happens next with all the rest?
Bottled up emotions will only heal
under winter’s weight or cruelly
become forgotten. Like flowers.
10/26/2023 j.g.l.