Thursday, September 9, 2010

CHANGING SEASONS

Autumn came with the maple leaves colored brightly in yellow & red
Amidst the constant echoes of the butterflies & humming of the birds
The milder breeze is touching my soul but warning me of the winter cold
The nights turn pleasant & the silence breaks with avalanche of words

The days now I am living through are not long & darkness will soon prevail
Nestled close to the open fire I turn colder with the snow
Watching the moon duck in and out of the white cotton clouds
I am lying at ease with the depth of my own emptiness is all that they know

It is quiet tonight; light raindrops filter through the leaves
Washing away the dust, releasing fragrances in the air
On which the gentle breeze sweetens and water kisses the mud
The pile of dried up leaves that they touch can even get them peace so rare

Locked away behind iron clad doors, escaping the warmth of the summer sun
It has its own beauty though, foretold from the past
But the thirst and sweat stir within when basking in these warm years
Asking Mother Nature all day when will her summer days be done

Sound of the flute, Nightingale in the dale, Lark in the sky
Merry voice and infant noise welcome the season spring
The trays are up, the hedges broken down, the little early buttercups unfold
As I shuffle down the path, feel like its magic when I hear the festive bells ring