Memories of the Sun
I am wrapped in a damp Autumn bleakness
as the sun walks away from us
an ancient journey that must be traveled once again
but I will hold fast in me memory the days
with it seem close enough to pull from the sky
and whisper to
I remember each moment it warmed us
and all the days we squinted
as it danced broad along the water’s edge
these memories of the sun,
they will offer me solace through the gathering darkness
as we patiently wait for the lushness of the equinox
with a certain feigned indifference that fools no one.
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Nothing Else
As the sun’s rays
illuminate your being
and warm your face
pause to take a nice
long drink of life,
close your eyes and smile.
Know that this moment
in time is real and
all there is,
really all there ever was
and will be
Nothing else matters.
People will feel how they feel
and will believe
what they want to believe
our only job is to be
Fall leaves will continue
their dance in the crisp wind,
the squirrels will continue to play
and the wind smoke will wisp
long after we’re gone
But now, there is the sun
and the Earth beneath our feet
and our breath. Time is still
and nothing else matters.
