Friday, November 1, 2019

Autumn 2019


After months of heat
And doubt that clouds
Would ever come again

Autumn enters in a rush,
Blowing leaves and limbs
Across the lawn,

Drenching my little world
With welcome rain,
The miracle of moisture.

Knowing nearly 80 years
Of this, why do I
Still see a miracle,

I who firmly cling
To lack of faith in miracles
And cry there is no wonder?

It’s time I listened to my flesh,
Responded to its thrill,
Abandon rationality for awhile.

©2019 John I. Blair, 10/31/2019

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