REFLECTIONS
“In The Shade Of A Pecan Tree”
Curious souls in trivial quest oft’ seek to know
By what design the rushing wind blows,
But in the throes of deeper contemplation
Oft’ ponder the meaning and nature of things.
Thus from reflection to illumination - triumph ensues
For to know is to seek and decode the sage’s brow.
Yet triumph, though sweet a serpentine bliss
Onto fallenness and shades of blue must bow.
For loss, change-decay to life is bound,
Like an importunate foe courting our door.
Still not to the wise alone such keenness is due.
If onto fatal instincts the laggard concedes,
Doomed are his sails when life’s gale tidings blow
Yet in life, hope abides to all who would accede.
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