Forgetfulness, Thoughtfulness

Forgetfulness, Thoughtfulness

On solitary walks through solitary places

I have seen winter snowflakes

Drift patiently through a forest of tall, tall elms-

And I passed the scene by.

I have seen yellowed Autumn leaves

Fall softly amidst a wooded lane-

And I shrugged, and walked on.

I have seen the first dews of Spring

Awaken sprightly in exultation-

And lethargically I continued.

I have seen God’s golden summer rays

Shine from the clouds to enshrine my wake

And I silently went on my way.

Yet as I reflect at my writing desk

On all the September’s of my years

I recall with perfection

The slow passing of seasons-

And my passing's too-

Excitedly my pen passes over paper to begin;

On solitary walks through solitary places…