It’s hard leave the comfort of one’s skin
at any age, to take on a new role—
to step outside ourselves to start again
to reassess our lives, to set new goals.
It’s difficult to break from all we know,
to jump off from that ledge into the deep
but yet I hear a calling in my soul
and trust that I will land upon my feet.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
We hold on tight to what we know
well past its expiration date
sometimes it’s best to just let go
Ever going with the flow
with nothing open for debate
we hold on tight to what we know
Yet promises ring hollow
and offers come in slow and late
sometimes it’s best to just let go
We choke inside this sideshow
while hoping things will just abate
still holding tight to what we know
It builds to an inferno
and cornered, we must choose our fate
it’s sometimes best to just let go
We rise out of the shadow
to do what life necessitates
holding tight to what we know
until it’s time to let it go
© Ginny Brannan 2021
October rolls in once again
as Mother Nature sets the stage
with her Autumnal foliage.
Oh, how we would anticipate
what the season had in store
its yearly call hard to ignore...
We'd head westward on the two lane road
stopping at our favorite inn
a glass of wine out in the courtyard
or dinner by the fire within…
long drives on forgotten byways
those hills are calling once again.
Or northbound up along Route 7
past apple barns to Bennington
where poet Frost found inspiration
reveling in the golden days
and grieving that which cannot stay.
Instead we might head to The Cape
where summer crowds have dissipated
with stops at all our favorite places
and long walks on the empty beaches
sharing tales of years gone by
under a gray gunmetal sky
Or maybe we’d point east to Rockport,
to see the famed Motif once more
browsing through the tiny shops
we’d savor the hours by the shore,
as we watched the boats in the harbor quay
framed in blue on this bright fall day
I’ll miss those long drives that we took
when October bid us “Come…”
we’d jump into the waiting car
and travel out to who knows where
ever contented just to be
in each other's company.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
Images by author,
top: Old Deerfield
bottom: Rockport Harbor
