The detritus

of a

dying spring

rolls down the windshield

of my parked car.

Small meteors


plant life

given golden coronas

by the setting sun.

And for a brief moment,

for these harbingers of new life

that have served their purpose,

a moment of silence,

and gratitude to have seen

yet another

season change.

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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