Where the forests come alive
For just a while in October
The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire
The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire
Reflecting on
The inmate’s time here
Brings me sadness
It lead to a window
Which would not open
And I could not see through
As much as I preferred
Being in the light
I returned to the darkness
Side-trips provide
Opportunities for insight and growth
Some windows allow the light in
But obscure its source
Not all doors can be opened
And it is unwise to walk through
Every door that does
I only hope
That when others come upon them
They see what I see
Something beautiful
Necessary
With good-natured purpose
I will be remembered
Not for the appearance I present
But for the shadow I cast
And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me
Yet over time,
This brush and paint
Create a land
Of uncommon beauty