Spring wind and rain Sweep through the canyon As nature's housekeeper Blowing dust and debris Along the way If only there were A spring tonic For my mind Saving me from This confusion Of the changing Seasons of life Possibly just possibly This wouldn’t seem So much like an Early fall
01/20/2017
I love and feel quite at home in the sadness in your poem, George. As in life it is a quality much to be admired in poetry. I rather welcome it where others would shun it or wish it away elsewhere. It is in some sense, comforting.
