clouds float by and dissipate
one into the other
almost bare branches
hold on to dead leaves
as if they have forgotten
the promise of Spring
change is necessary
I want to remind them
to reach out and shake off all those leaves
and watch them fall to the ground,
one by one kissing their final resting place
but I’m not Father Time
and it’s beyond my power to force transformation
on trees and people and my heart
if all are not ready yet
So I sit and watch clouds dissipate
one into the other
leaving a faint trace of themselves behind
before taking on a new shape and
embarking on a new path.
A.P. Bastian 