Unfolding
Forecasts.
There’s a forecast for rainy weather.
leaves on the trees have turned to golden
smoke drifts through the trees in the morning
As a new season is gradually unfolding.
It’s time to rug up in the evening.
the cold seeps in before the dawn
There’s something in the air. It’s an omen.
Dewdrops glisten frozen on the lawn.
Whales are headed north to warmer waters.
the sun dips earlier in the afternoon
clouds crowd the southeast horizon
Autumns went, winter’s descending soon.
Inside, my heart and soul are changing.
in subtle ways only known within
glimpses of deep snow are abiding
Next to memories of places where I’ve been.
Sorted in my memory like photographs.
lined up and then shuffled in a pack
like a card, it deals an omen
A memory of the past is coming back.
Long before my memory has extended
to another place and other times
memories flood back then drifts in the wind
A prophecy is floating past another sign.
I saw you walk by in the evening mist.
then disappear like the wind into the night
was it a dream or an omen I was watching
As you evaporated out of sight.
Then I saw from the shore.
Two swans drift on by
A greeting and meeting
Before the last goodbye.
©
David Rudder
2022
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