The Wall

The writing is on the wall
I asked the question,
You gave the answer.

So I wrote this haiku yesterday. It's actually been brewing in my head a couple days. It's in response to a comment left on my Facebook Wall and kind of solidifies the other haiku - Leaves. The kewl thing about this was I didn't have to edit it at all. I wrote it and all the syllables fell into place. It needed to be read and so needed to be said.

Green Nonetheless

Leaves turn in the cold
Seeing past the rain, the sun
Will shine on green trees.

Cold as hell today I had to go back home and get my hoodie but I trust the trees know something I don't.

Faded

Your voice has faded
Nothing more than a whisper,
Leaves on the river

My thoughts on friends who come and go in life. The river flows as always, as does life. The image of these tiny leaves afloat on the river is significant. Like so many people in life the river takes them away, either through death or perhaps their season in my life is over. Not to be saddened by this, the river eventually takes us all to the same place.