Can this be a sea change in me
a letting go of all those things
I once strived towards
the need to do and see and have
the deep desires for True Love
and yes Fame now vanished
along with even striving itself?
Can I be settling evenly into
the winter of my life
the long peaceful nights
with their bright moon
the busyness of summer now passed
a time I reflect on rather than plan for.
It does feel so and thus correct for
at sixty one years old this could well be
the last quarter the final season
the beds of my life properly mulched
against frost and snow the colorful flowers
spent and now apropos the quiet
reaching of roots down and down.
very nice…you captured something true about growing older