Carl Setzer

Transitions

My child rides away
Supported by his friendships
Trees colors changing

Within this forest
Reminded of things wild
Ancient green echoes

News can bring despair
Focusing of misery
Losing sight of “good”

Riding on the wind
Touching the sky with great ease
Much like Icarus

Grey skies have returned
Hints of autumn on the wind
Trees yet filled with green

And now it’s morning
Awakened and seeing rain
Feeling very grateful

Surrounded by angels.
Are they protecting me?
Perhaps holding me back?
Adrift in the cosmos.
Beholden to no one,
And yet not fully free.

Sun descending slow
Another life unit gone.
Another week starts

The madness of time.
Activity raging forth;
Life thus vacated.

For so many years
This house felt the deepest Iove
And now it’s your turn