Coming to Terms

The foreshadowing left me buried in blankets in morning light

felt there was little ahead that would let me forget what might.


These are the days ahead when I would join a traveling path

where all of our misgivings were left to be only ancient wrath


In the woods, the serenity of blowing breeze, the leaves, the birds

the animals we always know are watching, leave us without words.


The certain beauty of that peace and forgiveness of our humanity,

would often leave me believing this is the comfort of my own sanity.


Today and through the hours ahead will I only imagine so many times

before when I would leave you knowing you knew, and I left behind


Such is the elegance of only your truths in my life,

this travel this ritual, I would wish be one less trifle.

© Scott F Savage 5/2020


Published by a quiet man

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