A poem of Hope in tough times.

AUTUMN JOY      ¨The Answer, my friend,                                       is blowing in the wind"…

   

(By: Karla Wagener, While watching a documentary about George Michael on January 5, 2020).

A late bloomer…

In his youth,

He felt like he had to get away.

It was the darkest time.

No inspiration.

Not knowing how

To share the gift that was given.

He didn´t come out,

Was not seen.

And then it all burst forth.

Energy began to flow.

His songs sang what others felt.

 A strong wind began to blow.

Blow, blow, takes us all away.

What makes sense?

What is the sense in all of this?

How to cure what is amiss?

We live, we do and some will glow.

The wind in love will blow.

The wind and love eternally do blow.

¨Autumn Joy¨ gently blowing in the wind such sweet tears,

Whispering answers to comfort the older golden years!