Last Threads

by on May 10, 2023 :: 0 comments

I lie in illness bed
and do not know
if I will live
to see the next dawn.

Too tired to think,
images past
creep through my head…

A waterfall
I stood under
with lively friends,
a bird concerto
the first night in the woods,
singing until the darkness faded.

So much beauty
I was fortunate to see
that I cannot regret
imminent departure.

editors note:

In the grand scheme of things, all departures are imminent. See it all before you go. – mh clay

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