LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW

LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW

Thursday 18 August 2011

August Blues

Perhaps it is the premature falling

of green leaves. How sad they look

on the arid grass. We have nurtured

their presence all summer

but death comes in spite of our efforts

and we are feeling the loss

even before it happens.

1 comment:

  1. Tomorrow


    we will open the box

    of a new day.

    What Pandora surprises

    are inside?


    If we could see the future

    would we choose its contents.


    We are herded towards destiny

    like children playing

    Blind Man's Buff.


    Husha, husha, we all fall down.

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