Evening light casts a hopeful glow
A gentle summer breeze harmonizes
shadows fascinate, stretching into mystery
My breathing, shallow, betrays the mood
Uncertainty an unforgiving foe –
soul whispers a prayer of longing
A swarm of winged insects dance
where walnut branches part
undaunted by ensuing dark
My wings, folded in doubt’s wake,
weigh heavily on anticipation –
a learned habit of mine
Sun lingers in this season
of emerald charm, and I am reminded
that time evokes change, and I too
Am but a part of nature’s cycle
and what worry robs me of now
will not find its rhythm in Winter’s chill.
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 
Very beautiful poem, VJ! I’ve tried to write poetry a few times, but it’s not my forte … mine usually come out sounding like something from a Saturday morning cartoon!
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I really like the last two paragraphs. I also like how the accompanying image reflects the transition.
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Ah, that finale stanza sums up how this aging process is beyond our control, VJ
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