One Regret
Now walking through the autumn of my life
Where maple leaves have turned from green
to gold
I watch them fall in breezes turning cold
In a whirl-wind of harmony and strife
And I ponder, on the fact that I might
In the light, as another day unfolds
Have like these dying autumn leaves, grown
old
Slow, spiralling toward the pending night
Moss grows along the path where I now step
That rocky road now softened by the years
Seeing for the first time, so crystal
clear
That I will leave this life with one
regret
This vision, that these old eyes now
behold
Those blazing flames, when autumn leaves
let go.
Born in New Brunswick, Elaine
George spent the early years of her life living in Lorneville (a small fishing
village along the Bay of Funday) still inhabited by many of her family
members. Much of her writing is inspired
by the memories of that place and those wonderful people. She has published two volumes of poetry and
is currently writing a novel entitled Out of the Darkness. Many of her poems and short stories have
appeared in magazines in both Canada and the United States. Currently she lives
with her husband in Wainfleet, Ontario.
Beautifully described Elaine, "One regret" is growing old.
ReplyDeleteA very good writing that we all relate to when we get to
that point in our life. Very well put and nicely done.
Yancy
Dear Elaine,
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on a truly fine sonnet. Like the gentle turn this poem takes, "Seeing for the first time, so crystal clear" as it moves on to closure.
Thank you!
Michael
This is truly beautiful, Elaine...the type of delightful poetry we are accustomed to see flowing from your trusty pen! Best regards // paul
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