solemn of today

my eyes open this morning,

breathing hastens with desire

and my heart heaving at a pace

only my soul can understand

of this embrace i will have today

for tomorrow may not come my way

tell me, you, who also awakens

with such love for this day in

the same way, of common desire,

to reach for another open hand

that perpetuates with risk what

is good, amidst an insidious hate

i witness the smile of a sunflower

this morning when walking between the 

pines where acorns and cones have fallen,

fodder for the chipmunk and squirrel whilst

their world also enters with the sun as

the breath of wind attends to their being

soon the barren limbs of trees shall

be wrapped in a white linen of Winter

and the blades of grass will be crisp

with the cold, the light of day will yield

to a veil of gray and the night shall glisten

with a shimmy and glittering of lights

solemnity abounds underneath the Moon

and stars where once the cricket and owl

could soothe one to dream, now the wolf’s

howls are mourns with trepidation for

 the river, the tree, the fish in the sea,

the Eagle’s eyes welled with tears for

all the likes of you and me