So when is it
that summer ends?
Swiftly, or slowly,
from day to a day
with the tick
of the clock,
is it suddenly gone?
Summer to autumn,
pages fall gracefully
from the calendar
like leaves.
Can the warmth
and the weather
last a few more days,
or weeks?
Moments stay, in
other ways.
Will this feeling
last as long
as memories
of summers past?
© 2016 j.g. lewis
The pain you feel tomorrow
need not be what you know today.
The steps that take you forward
can often lead to a different plane.
The life that you’ve been living
will not always be the same.
The thoughts you have been thinking
are subject to certain change.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
The flowers concern themselves
with only today. Another night
without frost, or the sprinkling
of rain, is not a celebration but
a reason to do it all over again.
With unknown consequences,
each day becomes each day; it
will anyway. Make the best of it.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
What is looking back
at you today?
Can you find the words
you meant to say?
Is this morning
just another day?
Can this mirror look
the other way?
© 2018 j.g. lewis
