The path welcomed us
and would in time become our life
what was once a means to an end
became woven deeply within

the hills that we climb,
the roses that we love
even challenges that we bare
become the smile we wear

choose carefully the mountain
for the one that welcomes you
and looks to be a means to an end
becomes in eternity footprints
etched within the soul.

© 2019 by James Spruell, All rights reserved

The last leaf sat quietly
waiting out the storm
pondering in her heart
what it is she failed to say

seems time slides quietly along,
hiding many things we wish to say
a word of encouragement, a breath of love
to someone now gone, to a child now grown

though we walk along this journey of time
our thoughts like raindrops
glide along a golden leaf
thoughts of others now gone
silently await the return of spring

so it is as time echos with a quiet ring
the passing of the storm, a leaf’s final song

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think I’ll take a little nap said the leaf,
a new blade I see pressing gently through the ground
yes, a little nap for my time is come
and spring is here!

(pic is from Pixabay.com)  

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