Autumn’s Murmurs

On the wind they dance their death sail
those delicate and brittle blossoms
that once flowered so beautifully on trees.

And we see their silent floating good-bye,
feel the way it breathes over our mind
like a kiss of parting lips we can’t forget
for they speak the seasons of life.

It’s the soft nudge of awakening
to cherish each precious hour we have
with a sense of how temporary
any of our hearts truly can be.

Then gaze up at the sky
where the sun rides the turquoise sea,
be grateful for the times we’re given
while always aware of its fragile nature.

Simply strolling in an airy pace of appreciation
over the gift we have in our heart
as we never forgot the reality
tomorrow is not a promise
it is dream we hope to see,
so now is our inheritance,
which we can afford to think
will last forever.