2022 May Reflections.
The wild, wind whipped the leaves from the trees,
Some still green and others on the autumn turn to gold,
They scattered on the tarmac and collected in gutters
And corners, by outdoor seats sodden with the rain,
The ground was sprinkled with small golden leaves,
And those of summer green intermingled with
Leaves tipped a pastel yellow or blurred and fading
Palest green to edges gilded with the summers haze,
All stripped too early, taken before their time from branches
Shocked by sudden squalls that ripped the gently aging
Leaves and threw them to the earth, where they huddled
In small heaps of disarray, the display gave rise to
Reflections on our world where all across the globe,
Millions have been torn from their lives too early,
In the ravages of a covid pandemic we were not
Prepared for, and its savage suddenness has wrecked
Havoc in the unexpected and random selection of
Loved ones, who have been prematurely struck down,
While still summer green, expecting more time to live,
To laugh, to love and see out naturally the end of days.
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