Grasses sway in the tepid breeze,
lovingly caressed by the warmth of day,
as birds attest the joy in song
and miraculous flights of play,
as sun assumes its morning arc of rising.
Autumn morn so blessed
with earthy tones and mild days,
gives so much more in hope
as closer each day, to winters chilled malaise,
eyes in acceptance as spring in gaze, will follow.
Each season full and unique,
crowds the mind yet overlaps,
and in between the days we seek,
perfect in their blessing,
undulations like moods, but meek.
I do love the changes, so subtle then bold,
Mother’s moods interchangeable,
and seasons come and go, yet each so incomparable,
each an offering to the senses,
a feast of irrefutable beauty.
I wake in anticipation,
each day beheld for what it is,
from grey stillness, to vibrant movement,
and all beauty in its own way,
colors like words so delicately spoken.
And we as the moods take us,
move or rest, as earth beckons,
air revitalizes, fire motivates and water inspires,
as we in harmony imbibe
and cherish each moment of conscious mind.
Sun rises with humble countenance,
light so profoundly right,
as shadows dissipate at its zenith,
and life in hope applies its gifts
to experience all in sight and thought.
Beyond my window a world waits,
intentions, doubts, struggle and love,
the day is mine to attest, to manifest,
and so no time to wait,
one step marks its beginning.
Tony DeLorger © 2018