Tuesday, October 16, 2012

My Autumn Melancholy

Seasons come and seasons go,
Heat and thunder, rain and snow.
The garden rocks do see each day.
Until at last they're worn away.
My life meanders as it must,
Until at last I too am dust.

1 comment:

  1. my dust will find these rocks and await your own to share the warmth of the sun as it rest upon the rock and warms us unintreupted