sun seated low a fading light dulling to dinge when suddenly sparks and dynamic hues erupt cross our vistas gazing that make one think ...but for a moment mind you... there is more to life becoming
and then in drifts a weary frost settling down tween gnarled joints propped askew for balance all that heat and life once baked into each and every ebb and furrow released when vision mattes
I can't see too clearly now but.... does this not seem familiar? haven't we danced this path before? i seem to recall... no, no maybe not
but... what about that firefly arcing there? and that brilliant snap of red nestled deep into a carved hollow of evening dew here?
no... I guess you are right tis only a reflection of an old man's northerly departure from this landscape inhabited by repercussions stamped with regret and a yearning for just one more cycle of immortality