landscape
the passage of time
a walden kind of pond
sits nestled in the trees
the dock sits empty
a kayak is idle by the shore
the paths are narrowing
the rose of sharon
in full bloom
the spruce so tall
the dogwoods with berries
the leaves almost red
the world is changing hues
the lives who’ve grown old here
their secrets
sway in the pines
once all was new
now weather worn
the wind
the rain
the love
the pain
a line here
a line there
sprinkles of slightly gray hair
love is felt everywhere
they are a part of the landscape
leaving footpaths through the trees
shadows on the road
the goldenrod blooms happenstance
at dusk wildlife takes a chance
comes out of hiding
deer graze in the open fields
the red barn sits
at the top of the hill
the house not too far away
with flowers in the yard
the passing of time
a farm in the trees
where our bodies grow old
yet we never cease to be
the colors of our lives
a certainty
that is truly meant to be
we live in harmony
with nature
as it should be
and find a peace
that others never feel or see
somewhere
a morning glory waits for me
a walden kind of pond
nestled under tall trees
a sanctuary
where i blur into the landscape
of all that might have been
what the greeks coin meraki
soul
love
passion
where time passes
yet i can always
look behind
look ahead
and always find
who i am
forever me
— patty