So comes the fall

Brining in the final act

Of the summers discourse

Holding up it’s course

To take away

The petals that fall in a nowhere town

And on the grass

They lay

When the clouds rolled in

And the fog laid claim to the day

The letters that the rain forget to send

And forgot to say

That there is a hope

Only distant as the sun in the rain

That we can change a life

Make a better choice

And be the change we

Wish to see

To get out of bed

To achieve the day

To set out on sail

Into the headwinds of life

Is a distant hope of

Creating a new path

Better than the old

And fresh with the morning dew

The rising ritual

Sets the sights of one

On the goal of life

Ahead

Over the water

Deep of Lake Michigan

There is a city

That could be anything

But can be nothing

The sun and the clouds

At ends

So the clouds have dispersed

Into the sky

And from that sky

Comes the endless blue

When the sky forgot to end

In my eyes I see

The distant scrapers

Upon the shores

Of Lake Michigan

In the dusk

Of the spring day

When the work of bloom

Is hardly underway

Into the summer

With damp thick winds

There is a place

The world keeps

Where the Wildflowers Sleep

Under the moon at night

Gentle sway

Gentle light

Take me to the place

Serene and peace

To see

Where the Wildflowers Sleep

What would happen

From the teeth of time

Biting into memories

Aligned with

Hope or fear

Would I know

If time was coming up

From the rear

Would I be spared or laid bare

In the time I have to imagine

That I have done the most

I can

For if time had teeth

What would be the move

That the clock would ensue

Form me from the clouds

Of smoke

That billow from the wreck

To be born again

Not in perfection

Rather the most imperfect

Comes new life and

Understanding

Reborn from the wreckage

My soul

Jumps at the chance

To try and understand

That we can be born

Again

Everyday