The heart of fall leaves

Uncertain and faltering
Carried by breeze
Against a gray, chilled sky
Twisted and taken by things all around
Shifting from heights low and then high
Carried to places unknown
Lands on a rooftop wishing for peace
Taken afar with a brush of change
Destiny driven
Chase of The Presence
Sets for but moments
Settled for time

The 55 of Psalm

"And I say, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest;

yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness;

I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.

...Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved."

Day of Gray

This place comes and goes

visits unannounced

reckless and abandoning

pulls down below a fog

eyes squint to see the light

ships gnarled on the rocks

they were innocent you know