if i was to sit on this bench and watch your seasons change…would i see you bloom in spring, thrive in summer, celebrate autumn, and weather winter? or, would i see you wither with the falling leaves, to be trampled underfoot too early in the four seasons of your life?
there are too many faces in the newspaper proclaiming life is senseless and not worth living longer than it takes to burn out from the summer sun. when a frost comes, these faces shrink back in fear, loosening their grips on the tree-limb giving them life.
but…i will walk through the seasons around me, seeking a log, a boulder, a rock, or stone bench, to sit for awhile…pondering the richness of the soil, the stiff vigor of the wind, and the eagerness of the resolutions within me.
the sun rises another day, no matter how sharp the cold seeps into deep wood, and i will keep walking, walking…i keep walking…through fallen leaves…
The Lost Kerryman 