Fall leaves, orange and red
stream over jagged rocks
of loss, disappointment, broken hearts
lie in wait, unseen, forgotten
below the silky surface
that reflects the lush green vines
snaking along the shore
wild flowers struggling up through the wet soil
squiggling earthworms
in fertile loam
time floats by in a carefree farewell
calm and sweet as the memory of honeysuckle
on a late summer evening
breeze
flow over me in tranquil waves
flow through me in quiet vibrations
flow around me in protection
flow on by, leave me in peace
Cathy Hollister is an older writer whose poetry often explores the treasures embedded in age, isolation, and continual readjustments. When not writing you might find her on the dance floor enjoying the company of friends or deep in the woods enjoying the peace of solitude.
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