meandering thoughts on an autumn day
it occurs to me after
all these many years
that I have no idea
what I’m doing or how
or who, where, or even why
I am quite convinced that I am
clueless on all fronts.
It has me wondering
what the point is after all
if there is a point, or if
there even needs to be
a point.
I suppose,
and I am not particularly
concerned about this,
I’m evolving into pointlessness
with no what’s, how’s, who’s, where’s or why’s…
you know,
the trees don’t bother
with such silliness.
they bloom in the spring, provide
shade and shelter in summer,
bear fruit, and then
they let go of it all in autumn
leaves twirling on the wind before
resting on the cool loam…
as winter, with its dark nights
and bitter cold frost clings
to barren brittle limbs,
life suspended for a season
pointless to wondering eyes
or so it might seem, except
there is a raging inferno
beneath the frozen ground
embers flickering in harmony
with the budding blooms of spring
as if to say, let’s do it all again!
and nature complies
as she always does
without ever
asking why
~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
