I am sitting near the fountain again.
I see leaves on the path as summer fades.
I find the whispers of the water soothing.
Why don’t I come here more often?
The roses are almost gone.
The light is gray and clouds fill the sky.
I am joyful today—my life is complete.
Soon the fountain will stop.
The water will drain away.
It will flow again when spring returns.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.