I set up this log

From which to blog
When the leaves dropped
And the branches were lopped
A stray leaf that fell
On a grey ground
A picture that tell
One year of my rife
And getting round
A now different life

A turn of ill health
Took me away
From this wealth
One September day
Of words that flowed
As I slowed
I kept in mind to show
How this moves along
Hitting barriers as we go
A flash of time; now too gone