metamorphosis

November 

I took my jacket off.
Yesterday's weather
felt like springtime

The wind upped the branch
holding a squirrel in balance.
Whatever melancholy I had
took flight with the leaves
too eager for the ground.

However, something
most disliked often comes
as a surprise.Today, came
an unseemly snowfall

A mighty gust left behind
compelling fragments
that brought back
memories and expectations ...

I'm moving into a town
some twenty years ago
drifting from here and there
through dreams of flotsam
that emerges through
the crevasse of the ocean floor.

The echo of children's laughter
interrupted by a sudden downpour.
wide-eyed, we'd crossed the rain
half-naked with innocent demeanor.

Now, on the far side
a haze obscures my sight.
A flimsy figure confronts
the storm reaching the future
and poetizes golden ages.

what is behind, I won't
struggle to disclaim,
an untimely death
will not be a betrayal,
I am obliged to leave this door ajar.