Season

yet though petals grow and splendor
again they wilt and tumble
seasons have their turn with us
snow in my eyes melts and runs
yesterday slipping through fingers

dry skin slithers like sillicant rivers
earmarked memories fading pages
another day shines through oiled paper
respiration, fragrance, you arrive

hear melodic robin calling
embellishing the buds of spring
anther fields revealing promise
running tears of joy admix with grief
today’s hummus, yesterday’s decay

Photo by Richard Wilson on Pexels.com

Published by Miles of Mindfulness

My name is Mike Bragg. I'm a Denver-based cycling enthusiast and a big advocate of mindfulness. I enjoy the outdoors, and I use mindfulness practices to help myself be more present with my adventures. I like to read challenging material, and I have a keen interest in ancient history and natural sciences.

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