I am peering through raindrops, which are
washing away my memories watching the past
fade as I walk along an old path I have walked on
many times before.
I have walked this path before, in the springtime
when cheery trees were pink with blossoms,
giant maple trees were showing their pink buds,
and young animals in their new born freedom
loped along the river, carefree, and filled with the
excitement of new birth.
I have walked this path before when the summer
heat silently placed its warmth upon my
shoulders as I sat on a beach chair near a placed
pond thinking about the beauty of nature, and
listening to the sweet warbling of tiny songbirds.
I have walked this path before when autumn’s
slowly increasing winds started their polished
journey into winter with whispered hints of
fading time, and the sun was covered with dark
moisture filled clouds.
I have walked this path before when the chill of
winter blurred my footsteps, tiny birds took
refuge in bushes and I, bundled up in wools and
layered cotton, pondered on the coldness of the
season, and what I should etch onto the marble
face of my tombstone.

James is an internationally published poet, a Best of Web nominee and three time Pushcart nominee. He has had four poetry books; Solace Between the Lines, Light, Ancient Rhythms, and The Silent Pond, 1500 poems, five novels, and 35 short stories published worldwide. He earned his doctorate from BYU, and his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, SLO. He writes poetry to maintain his sanity, and sometimes succeeds.