Epiphany
The third time today
it struck me
I ain’t so naive.
A falling feather
or
an autumn leaf
on a wuthering day
finding it’s way,
sometimes carried away.
Soaring high
and stooping
low
in an act of let go.
The third time today
it struck me
I ain’t so naive.
A falling feather
or
an autumn leaf
on a wuthering day
finding it’s way,
sometimes carried away.
Soaring high
and stooping
low
in an act of let go.