Friday, October 22, 2021

A Leap of Faith


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

Thursday, October 14, 2021

As Fate Would Have It

 















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

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

October Roads

 




















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