Leaves . . .

by Leonard M Hawkes

Was it darkness
that finally drew me
to your light?
And darkness
that draws me
to this volume today?

With expectation I read--
reflecting inwardly
that brightness I see
so clearly through
your eyes.

I did not choose you
for my brother
if innocence be truth--

But wisdom's sight
(if sight of age)
engenders now
through you, a clearer
much more honest
Song of Myself.


Author's Note: thoughts on Uncle Walt

Posted on 09/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes

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