Many places, arrived at by life’s choices,
concretized in time, once a decision’s made.
A multitude of possibilities, cast aside,
in favor of the one, that changes everything.
A blanket of snow in winter, covers
all growth, that has since decayed.
Spring brings renewal to the heart and mind;
consolation to the cobwebs of the past.
Summer bears the burden of responsibility,
when all is brought to the light of truth.
In preparation for the autumn leaves,
that will fall gently to the ground.
These natural cycles are determined
by less factors than our own choices.
I was once given “a round tuit,”
a constant reminder of silence.