On late winter afternoons <br />Before it all fades to gray <br />Distractions blur mind’s focus <br />Engendering thoughts to stray <br /> <br />A dark crow perched on a limb <br />The gray squirrel on the fence <br />Rely instinct will reveal <br />Their ordained paths leading hence <br /> <br />No parallel guide exists <br />For humankind to resource <br />While sufficient light remains <br />To secure my future course <br /> <br />Thoughts percolate inside <br />What purpose or intent <br />Will providence provide <br />Before daylight is spent <br /> <br />Heart voices gentle say <br />Spirit lends light to way <br />Yet qualms suffuse each day <br />Before all fades to gray<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-all-fades-to-gray/
