Nature of Whether

Nature of Whether

As the dew drips

from the wilted petals

I am reminded of a visited place.

A time perhaps

of happiness and joys,

the thrill of each day,

the traffic of elation

as ventures began

and giggles pursue.

I was a part of this place,

more than a visitor.

The matriarchal leader then,

the healer of wounds,

the cleanser of woes;

I have since witnessed

the drought of a heart

In a place I once knew.

Did I build the dam

And dried it all up

or is time the culprit

of lifely ruin.

The clouds overhead

predict the rain.

The sky has fallen dark

and dismal is near.

I will weather the storm;

and as it blows past,

I will get down to the business

of what will last.