God's Days
(An Ode to Life...)
Rapt in Autumn
I softly glow
with the blush
of fall's cooler days
And clearer nights;
now, the haze
of sultry summer
drifting off, upon
The apple and spice
breeze of more
lively months
creating energy
Within me, which
I thought drained
long away into
the heat and fire
Of the season just
past... Yet, I
find myself
dancing, joyful!
Celebrating emergence
of myself, into
the chilled and
colorful palette
Of earth's different
wardrobe - thankful
to be Alive!
November Child, I am...
Rite of this Passage
is mine by birth
an encircling journey
echoing through my years
Upon this
changeable planet
of many wonders
still here
For those
who seek
pleasures of
the senses...
Hope never dies
see it painted
upon each bright
golden, or red,
Leaf; hear it
singing softly
in the fragrant
rustle of
Beautiful garments
still worn, yet
tattered, on these
trees... Inhale
it; the scent of
life's sameness -
the ever-present
vision of change
Always new, and
always familiarly
old, comforting;
returning to us
Reaffirming
our little fates
those destinines
of humanity
Which arise
with each
dawn, every
season -
Believe, your soul
croons to you
a lullabye
for all, for one
for yourself:
wrapped in
the caress
of Mother Nature
Sleep, and wake -
find the sliver of sun
which warms you
and beckons curiosity
for another, and
another day
to live, to be glad,
to love...
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