Sunset roses

The sun is setting on summer.
Do I weep for the life that is going,
the memories that will never return
but only in the figment of dreams
when silence reigns?
or do I turn eyes full of wonder
at the possibilities rounding the bend?
My heart quakes with expectation
and fear at what they bring.
Time is passing
time is changing
a cloud dissipating in the sky
vapor rising
snow falling
my hands aging
they hold nothing
and everything all at once.

21 thoughts on “FLEETING

  1. Hi Imelda, such beautiful words that are so true, especially when one accepts the reality of growing old. Are you coming home for a visit? Bob and I were suppose to have met up with Island Traveler when he came for a visit, but it didn’t push through because he got sick before they flew back there. Please let me know when you will visit, so Bob and I can meet up with you πŸ™‚

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