Moving Days by Tom Harrington

The greatest gift I’ve received from parenthood has been an understanding that everything is seasonal: the sorrows and the joys are replaced as time moves on. This week’s poem by Tom Harrington beautifully echoes that sentiment.

Photo courtesy Brian Landis

Moving Days

by Tom Harrington

Fall leaves pirouette across the patio
lace ballerinas twirling to the compost.

The seasons mark days
to shed what’s gone before
and embrace what comes after.

My last seasons will unfurl
till I mimic the leaves and
return to earth dancing.

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