Goodbye August

Now it’s striking me

That August will end today 

September? Oh, my!

Seasons change, life flows and evolves. Sometimes we get to notice. 


Strolling Observations

Moving through evening air
At the correct speed to notice
Changes amidst life around me.

Cherry trees blooming, blossoms
A gentle riot upon still visible branches
But, a few trees remain barren, though

Not yet dead. Springtime’s possibility
Not accepted yet upon those limbs
Winter’s grip remains, but waning.