The Wind howls softly,

as it drops rain across a horizontal sky.

life is fleeting

Desperation falls,

to those undeserving fortune.

Good night dear love.

Sitting on an Autumn day,

wind whips face beneath an endless sky.

wondering thoughts begin and end.

Birds perched in nests high,

Clouds passing silently bye.

shivers down my wrinkled spine

Seasons come seasons pass.

Leaves fall and whither into the fleeting grass.

nothing sacred nothing lasts

Time remains transparent,

yet I do not control my destiny.

What happens and what remains the same?