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Casting The Past To The Wistful Wind
It is all that we can do
The leaves once green
Turn to brown
As they crumble in my hand
Brittle flake and dust
Which I cast to the wind
Across the lake.
A gust of a breeze gently takes the remnants
And disperses them
Across the fields
Like confetti
At an autumn wedding.
The stifling heat and humidity
That stalked and haunted me
All summer long
Stifling my song
Has turned to a cool caress
Wafting over me
Soothing my soft skin
Scorched and parched
By the summer sun.
Nature is beginning to take
A long siesta after many months
Of yesterday’s fiesta
Of half drunk bottles of wine
And stale hors d’oeuvre
Left by the pool for insects
Which we serve to dine.
It is the time
To sit back and reflect
Upon the things we created
And the things that we wrecked.
A time to make plans to repair
The neglect that we dished out
To those that we treated unfair
And unfairly hated.
A new life awaits
In the coming year
A life with great favour
And without any fear
Tis time to now cast
The withering past
To the ever wistful wind
Like the leaves that were green
Turned to brown
That now lay tattered and scattered
Like pixelated pieces of a broken dream
A sepia image shattered of what was once
Found far and wide on the ground.
Let us now begin to plant anew
The seeds for a future we once knew
Seeds that will grow into beautiful new dreams
Dreams for everybody, for me and for you.
