A Perfect Life Have I
Autumn sways to the winds of ease and relent,
as slow and sure winter’s intent is felt,
but days are mild and sun inspiring,
and its hard to just yield to the chills oncoming,
the fire sides and rugged up wanting
for summers return, before its even a concern.
There’s growth here, rains a plenty
and green flushes many,
as flowers, a limited profusion
add just a little humor for what’s to come,
yet there is hope in sun,
still held apart from those icy mornings.
Clear days see my mind wander,
inspired warmth and light through my window
just keeps me focused, and my heart open
to the undulations of life,
and as night grows darker, window-closed colder,
dreams still linger in summer’s light.
My cat just bakes in the shards of morning light,
the window breaks each rising,
and all morning he like a rotisserie,
rolls to be imbued,
with every dream and warming
he can procure.
I write in flood of light, dancing shards of delight
resound in my spaces, sing like chimes,
as a mind races to renew its sacred vow,
my proud process of imagery through words,
all amid the gentle snore of my beast,
the rise and fall in release of pleasured breath.
Until the sun relents,
and light fades to shadows long,
I write of life and song, of loss and love’s regrets,
as the evening chill arrives,
and hungry beasts ascribe to my neglect,
for its dinner time and I suspect my compliance.
And in a way I look forward to winter gifts,
my cat and I joined at the hip,
and we snuggle down as stars do shine,
and he in silhouette against the sky,
a sublimely calm review of day,
as a perfect life have I.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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A pleasant and peaceful life you so vividly express, Tony. I am happy for you and Beast. Lovely work indeed.
Much appreciated Phyllis, pleased you enjoyed it. Take care.