Renewal in Death

Release those facing shades

of change and abundance.

Revisions not seasonal, inevitable.

Those who stand tall effortlessly 

swaying their goodbyes, casting

off those to be forgotten

or experienced by another kind.

A cycle made reality by the idea

of a weather thought inclement.

Ruthless, beautiful, and unintentionally

impactful to the internal. Moments past

left for reexamination, a belated study

of flowing streams and jarring realizations.

Enlightenment stirs across a population,

fresh, shrouding the known, embracing

the renewal in death.

Alive and Well

Cheers to new friends so near

Natural Disposition

Ah, when to the heart of man

   Was it ever less than a treason

To go with the drift of things,

   To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end

   Of a love or a season?

                          Robert Frost

Yes, I'm working.

Keep on keepin' on!