Traveling on highways,

Is often direct and fast.

But I prefer side roads, ...

Some trees bear fruit,

As winter arrives.

Perhaps I too, ...

Some days,

We simply cannot find,

The will to say no. ...

As days pass,

And leaves fall,

A once surrounded, ...

Leaning sideways,

Feeling flat,

In need of rest, ...

Another chapter ends,

With deep memories,

Keeping me warm, ...

Maybe tomorrow,

I’ll tie a bow around me,

Then wait and see, ...

Reality is often camouflaged,

Yet in the open,

To easily be seen. ...

Perhaps my feelings,

Like shadows,

Are extending in time. ...

Freshness is temporary.

At times imaginary.

For time fades, ...

As much as I love life,

A part of me is glad,

When the days pass. ...

Looking back,

Into mirrors past,

Is harder than it seems. ...

When loneliness surrounds,

Or patience runs aground,

Surprises tend to bloom, ...

Some things,

Simply must be big,

So as to invite, ...

To stand alone and apart,

Is not as easy,

As I once believed. ...

Some days,

Walking through town,

I stop to stare at a wall. ...

Friendship, caring, values…

The list is long,

Of human attributes, ...

Wrinkles and shadows,

Are an integral part,

Of any journey. ...

Looking back through life,

It is plain to see,

How often I covered, ...

It is in the solitude,

Of darkness and emptiness,

That I often find, ...