I am living
in a kaleidoscope of color – it’s breath taking. The color peaked two days ago then yesterday
it rained and today the wind is stripping the trees. Outside there is a carpet of copper dotted with gold and red; the trees are in their final yellow and gold dispersed with orange
and vermilion, and it is raining gold and yellow and red as the trees give up
their leaves.
While in the
southeast death rode swinging his scythe of destruction and leaving in his wake
ruin and sorrow.
Is there a
lesson to be learned from this? Only if
we think everything is about us.
We are only observers
on this ship earth that charts its own course; and when we have past, the ship
will move on without us in a new evolutionary winding – or not. Perhaps it will be content to be a ghost
ship looking at the past epoch as a failure.
the Ol’Buzzard
