A Scattering Of Pebbles

Scatterings of pebbles group beneath an ashen sky.

Seasons collate; days grown to last surrender to the approaching wind.

This journey sings it sad songs; no more burdens; no more time.

It is now over; the toll has been paid.

Ilicet; ut exsisto haud magis….so long, so long this fearful night.

For serendipity hath brought forth in wonder this long goodbye.....

For of me...I shall now join the scatterings of pebbles beneath the ashen sky.

(ilicet) j. Allen Wilson © 3/2208