What Remains

I stroll past January leaves, what clings to deciduous trees.

I count the crackles and rustles, what whispers to be heard.

I recall the quest of the fallen, what paths they chose to follow.

I know which stories are true, what remains in the autumn of life.

By Mark Johnson, January 5, 2020

4 thoughts on “What Remains”

Emh.

On my local NPR station, Scott LaMar hosts “Smart Talk.” When someone says something that is irrefutable he always says emh.

Thanks, Jeff. Hadn’t heard that one before. Hope your new year is off to a good start.

Love this. 🙂

Thank you, Kathy. Happy 2020!

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