SHADOWS

the smell of freshly mowed grass

ends a perfect Sunday;

no list, no alarm

relaxing on the swing ..

art deco shadows on the barn wall

sunlight on my arm just so

it comes to me

tho I didn't ask.

This moment is like another -

when I was younger -

a small frame house

with crisp green trim

and I felt just this way

the sunlight was in the same mood...

"You can't go home again", they say.

The tears sting my eyes but they taste like beauty....

Nostalgia - so bittersweet -

remember

when they say "this too shall pass",

they are not

just talking about the bad times.

A story tells of a King who gave his wise men the task of seeking out the best, the most true, the most profound saying; fitting for all events, all times, all places, and this was their answer.

THIS TOO SHALL PASS...