Many years,

Have now passed.

A new stage in life awaits. ...

Some leaves simply persist,

Refusing to turn color,

And remain green. ...

I have learned,

It is best,

Not to insist, ..

Perhaps parts of me,

Resemble shadows,

Cast on a paved road. ...

When answers,

Make little sense,

Perhaps acceptance, ...

Not long ago,

Alive it bloomed.

Now empty, ...

On some days,

When eyes cannot fathom,

Or the mind refuses to see, ...

A sense of humor,

Is always nice.

Even when painted, ...

Cold autumn mornings,

In an empty train station.

When the ride to school, ...

Perhaps what I see,

Looking into her eyes,

Is a reflection, ...

Sometimes I try,

To find a little sense,

Drifting in autumn’s, ...

Side by side.

Sharing commonalities,

Undisguised. ...

Superstitions exist.

There are many,

That people believe, ...

Some roads,

Lead to distractions,

That warm the night. ...

To lay down,

On grassy a field,

Watching the clouds, ...

Neglect shows.

Inside or out,

Matters not. ...

When doors are locked,

The road blocked,

And not so easy, ...

Small remote villages,

Appeal to me.

Everyday gracious acts, ...

Some night,

When sleep hides,

As thoughts rewind, ...

Once young,

Useful and fresh,

Stages in life, ...