The Remains

As the leaf whirls across
the the mercurial landscape
The wind sounding like
something injured.
Don’t chase it. Let it go.
The monochrome sky
knows lost comes
with each season’s transformation
None of us spared in the end
Why fret so?
Put on your wool coat
wander in the leaves that refuse
to vacate the ground
Make this a day best remembered not
for what has gone but for
what remains

-Tosha Woody

47 thoughts on “The Remains

  1. Just read this post once more. It’s been on my mind today. You may like to visit my main menu and then click on the last link that says photography/art and there is a link to bonfire night. I send you a warm hug and wish you a calm evening. x

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