Reflection

What one has to say about a thing

Differs as when they are there

To when they are gone

With all the knotted complexion

Bent to anger in their trials fades

And sculpts appreciation afterwards.

Its likeness splits and feathers

With varied wings and shifting faces

One day this, one season another

The lessons learned or scenes forgotten

One sees as they dream

In memory

Vision without eyes

Flavour in the thinking of it.

I wish you a lot of pleasant recollections

J.W.H. Hobbs.