No Holding Back
Fog on the creek
when a breeze whips
up tendrils before me
My life thinned
Paths, choices yearned for
turned from
I needed to raise my son
Fifty sixty seventy
eighty no holding back
my life rushing
The creek trickles
almost dry
December rains
enlarge its song
Fog will come again
Oh, we feel that life speeding by in:
"Fifty sixty seventy
eighty no holding back
my life rushing..."
And I so love the lines: "December rains / enlarge its song"
So nicely done, Amrita!