SOMETIMES THE RUNNER STUMBLES

we walk through the path of life.

sometimes, we run. without some boundaries or discipline it is difficult to stay on course on a path that has depth and quality to it. people, events, responsibilities, and various activities keep us running and worrying with little time to breathe fresh air and to smell the flowers.

stressed, presurred and at odds with ourselves and maybe with others becomes a burden as we trod on unpaved roads and sunken paths. good intentions are never enough. sometimes the spirit is willing but the body is weak. fingers crossed we take uncalculated risks.

the onslaught of rain and the blistering sun take its toll.

then, sometimes, the runner stumbles.

THE WINDS OF OCTOBER

they are always a prelude.

the leaves fall. the litter the pavements like september memories. like paul verlaine, the long sobs of violins in autumn, carried by the wind wounds my heart with a monotonous languor.

there is sadness in leaving. but seasons have their time.

these winds beckon me to prepare catching the breeze and winter chills of a snowy linen land. nipping the bud of summer, they now nip at your door.

can christmas be far behind?