
leaves piled before gate
light filtering through their stead
time to rake is now

leaves piled before gate
light filtering through their stead
time to rake is now

riding a whirlwind
time – agonizingly – slow
when will nightmare end

limbs mostly empty
raise outstretched to heaven still
praising God for life

leaves are mostly gone
so much transpired this month
so much yet not walked

there isn’t much left
can’t hold on for much longer
so blue - is the sky