Maximum
 
Last rays of sunlight soak into the kaleidoscope of brown, red,
and golden leaves tumbling in the autumn wind.
By no logical extrapolation, could I be watching this circle of life
in the serenely bathed reality of what I know.
In the twilight of the season, of the night, of myself, faint stars
appear through hazy memories of how I've sinned.
Yet in this moment there is a duplicate of those deeds committed
with pure heart, for it seemed the right way to go.

As the ripples of a brook the evening's chill sets me to shutter
and the understanding of that is the stillness of a pond.
From behind a shroud of dark clouds a silver moon slides slowly,
and so too there is light in reconciliations made in mind.
There is no explanation needed or is one required, for like a wild
bird my thinking flies and flutters, fashion of a vagabond.
In consideration of the long road traveled and the future so close,
it brings a smile to my heart and soul, all is so well timed.

Melting snow brings water to the dormant seed, within the earth
awaiting the warmth of spring to blossom.
Melt away into the universe, becoming that dark matter unseen,
a life force giving all to gain the maximum.



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By panther811

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