Green leaves
just coming in,
starting to change
the color of the landscape.
These days,
they’re coming in late,
limiting the days
we’ll have to enjoy them.
Not much seems to last.
Things just pass away.
Seasons change,
like the turning of a page
and we don’t look our age.
We look younger,
and feel much older.
A hard ride.
A quick conclusion.
Spend life
sitting outside
and trying
to bottle time.
It never works.
It always
beats the cork.
Open another one
and imbibe a memory.
Spring is supposed to be
a time of new life,
not a tragedy.
HG – 2022
