It is those moments,

When time disappears,

We are at peace, ...

Colors, signs, lines,

Blemishes, and more.

It’s all there, ...

These days,

We tag and track,

Everything, ...

Every now and then,

Internal construction beckons.

Messy, unpleasant, unavoidable....

Sometimes our path,

Weaves through places,

That’s hard to understand. ...

Some days,

What need be said,

Is clear and bold, ...

A pile of pinecones,

Alone, is meaningless.

But when gathered, ...

As winter nears,

Nature slowly fades.

Most prepare to sleep, ...

Friends understand.

They smile, listen,

Do not judge, criticize, ...

Today felt upside down.

I kept asking why,

To better understand. ...

I am often surprised,

To find my answers,

Patiently waiting, ...

Sunday morning walks,

In autumn’s placid sun.

When the world slept, ...

In younger days,

I craved the limelight.

To brightly glow, ...

Those,

Who walk their path,

Don’t blend, and ...

Perspectives,

Unlike the seasons,

Don’t naturally change. ...

Parties and drinks,

Are often fun.

Laughter and levity, ...

When sleep refuses arrive,

Mosquitos buzz all night,

And in the morning, ...

Head full of thoughts.

Meticulously organized,

Yet crowded and disguised. ...

Age-old amusement parks.

Like those I remember,

When days felt long, and ...

It’s a day to climb,

Yet I feel tired.

Is it real, ...