Fall growing up,
we mostly looked down;
leaves shuffling around.
The colors of our coat
matched the colors blowing
as the wind chilled before snowing.
Somehow the wrapping circles of
the wind would play under our feet.
Captivated for a while it was an autumn treat .
A glow of autumn,
a welcomed day.
The spring birds are leaving.
The hummingbirds have lingered ,
but only for a moment
and they will leave.
My one majestic oak tree,
strengthens itself as she knows.
She will soon shed her dress
after the brilliant ball of Fall.
Come gently autumn,
be kind to all who celebrates you.
As winter will take its turn
the world will barely take notice .
Run with the angels Eliza,
we will never forget.
The strength of your will,
the power of your step.
We will continue to run,
with the spirit of all who knew.
Why you slipped on your shoes
out for a morning renew.
Run with the Angels Eliza,
we will push forward for you.
All the runners behind you,
will continue to tie up our 👟 shoes.
(Dedicated to : Eliza Fletcher who lost her life recently just out for a run.)
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Turns her head giving life
Her pollen sprouts
Golden and shouts
A procreating strife.
I climbed out of my car after tying my shoes.
I look up to see the crescent white moon hanging
among the stars as if a guest .
It is often the moon is the host, but not this morning.
I stand erect to set my watch and phone for the run.
I also set my mind, as it is surely the mind set
that begins the run…
Then I look across the darkness , and ‘oh no,’
A furry black skunk’s white stripe reflects the night shadows.
I turn and go the other way…
A run past history
A moment of reflections
Time goes on
We strive for perfections .
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