Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
Read more Katy at
LateBoomer.net
Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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E me at katy @ ngenius.com
Leaving Time
Leaves streak in swirling flurry
Finishing the season’s business.
Hurrying to close the year’s books,
The drably dressed
Scamper to catch
November’s early train,
The sleek easily overtaking the rotund,
Both unaware of the
Downwardly mobile fate
Awaiting them.
Bohemian types wend their way
Through time and space
On perennial holiday,
Playing dress-up
In gaudy costume,
Partying with starving artists,
Unsuited for common work.
All fall down,
Each unconscious of the fall.
A lonely golden leaf
Floats
Like a cotton handkerchief,
Landing on an empty branch.
Moistened then with tears of grief,
It attaches itself to the next aching limb,
And the next.
On a mission,
The handkerchief scurries
From tree to sorrowing tree,
Fleeing time’s chase,
Lending comfort to the bereft
While it’s able.
Until it, too, stumbles,
For the first and final time,
Upon the greedy earth.
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