All Things Turn Brown

Not an expression of futility or hopelessness, but of faith in the pervasive nature of nature and natural order. All things must pass, you know? So let us not worry about that.

All Things Turn Brown

all things turn brown. then black. then grey.
and in the winds, to blow away,
leaving not trace but memory
for us to mark our history.

the tread is soft in steps we leave.
we laugh. we love. we dare. we grieve.
the clock can not condemn our track
if we choose not to e'er turn back.

all things turn brown. then black. then grey.
and in the winds, to blow away,
leaving not trace but memory
for us to mark our history.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.