Facing Change

Green Leaves 
The change I’d face began to dawn
Though hidden by dark cloudy seas,
A flood with opportunities
That I would miss when I moved on.

They vanished when they saw I'd gone.
Why did I leave them? I don’t know.
I watched and waited, wanted so
To make it right, at last renew,
Have something in my hand that’s true,
But in the end I let them go.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

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