River of Time

A soft rustle from leaves
making their way earthward
on their yearly pilgrimage
brings forth idle thoughts
of summer’s oppressive heat
when I once stood staring
at some scattered raindrops

not seeing my own coming storm
I remove my hat and wipe sweat
from my brow then return
to an ever growing pile of wood
meant to feed a hungry winter’s fire
Lord, please guide me gently down
this slow flowing river of time

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