Winds of Change

invisible breath comes

softly first

seen by petals dancing

gaining speed and

bending my deep rooted tree

to the breaking point

roaring down

like a runaway train

into my life

carrying away


i do not have the courage

to let go of.

gone now –

all the reasons


sad procrastinations

and seance candles

lit to conjure

things long dead

i can not tear

my vision from

and on it’s leaving

in silence

sitting on dirt

i will grow new things

better things


with my grief

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