Poem: Paying Attention

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Paying Attention

Leaves on slate. Bright colors on grey.
The last colors of the season torn from trees
and scattered like confetti for one last party.

For the past month, I have looked up
to the mountains, eyes like a child
watching the seasons change.

But the mountains are barren now,
and I look down like an old man
capturing the last love of the day,

a far more savoring soul
than I once was, focusing now on each individual leaf
like it matters.

About this poem

As I age, I pay far more attention to everything. I know,from having almost died a time or few, that nothing, particularly love, should be taken for granted. Not the woman I love. Not my children. Not the many people I am blessed to have in my life, real and virtual.

You know who you are.


PS: The picture was taken down the street in West Pawlet, VT.

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