Even in silence
quiet speaks volumes.
In absence of music
melody remains.
With uncertainty
there can be harmony.
When questions stop
answers start.
Even without light,
there is
still art.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
So when is it
that summer ends?
Swiftly, or slowly,
from day to a day
with the tick
of the clock,
is it suddenly gone?
Summer to autumn,
pages fall gracefully
from the calendar
like leaves.
Can the warmth
and the weather
last a few more days,
or weeks?
Moments stay, in
other ways.
Will this feeling
last as long
as memories
of summers past?
© 2016 j.g. lewis
The pain you feel tomorrow
need not be what you know today.
The steps that take you forward
can often lead to a different plane.
The life that you’ve been living
will not always be the same.
The thoughts you have been thinking
are subject to certain change.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
The flowers concern themselves
with only today. Another night
without frost, or the sprinkling
of rain, is not a celebration but
a reason to do it all over again.
With unknown consequences,
each day becomes each day; it
will anyway. Make the best of it.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
