…and so i am joyful as i walk amidst
another Autumn day,
to be given another breath of life
and having mine eyes
take pleasure in the gold and russet
of Nature’s dress
my heart flutters like the wings of a
hummingbird and i
sigh whilst watching a mariposa dance
atop Blackeyed
Susans, with its orange and black
gossamer wings
if but for a moment i could share
this wonderment with
those who cannot see and those who
choose not to,
while little ears only hear the
clanging of steel bars
soon Autumn will change its attire.
snow will blow followed
by Spring and gossamer wings will
flit about again and so
too, hopefully, a miracle of little
hearts flying free
