So early morning it is
Light unshadowing trees
Out the window they
Stand — they just be while
Behind glass window
Nut brown coffee
Taste of Mrs. Folgers
Shriveled ferns in vase
Like this old lady’s face
And the isness of me
So long in this swirling world
Changing too fast
Under my ragged feet and
I’ve said all there is to say
Now sitting in my repetitiveness,
The old ways, the old days
Let go like yellowing leaves.
9/18/2023 by djl
And your words say it beautifully…
“…in this swirling world
Changing too fast”…
Where All has been said and done,,,
there is such peace and tranquility
in simply just ..letting go…
I love this poem…
My best wishes always ( the other) Diana…🌿
Ours is green nearly year-round, and until the occasional year when we have a freeze and everything turns a bleak yellow defeated color until 2 or 3 months later green shoots start to appear and the jungle startle over again.
Ron