never ending Love

 

as the latter part of my life begins to encroach upon me

mine eyes begin to diminish in sight and the color of leaves

on trees in Autumn seem to have lost their orange and reds

and mine ears only hear muffled sounds of when once were

a choir of mellifluous sounds from my feathered friends that

would wake me in the morn, and the waft of petrichor when

a slight of drizzling rain would fall from the grey cottons above,

the feel of droplets tickling my face as i look upward where

not too long from now my spirit will reside

 

when all this will soon come to be, i will reside in the wonder

of my memories when Spring brought the nascence of new

budding flora, the birds would sing me songs where mine ears

would listen with joy and the waft of rain fall upon the earth

beneath my feet would cause them to dance and feel of your

touch upon my cheek would always feel like kisses and the love

in all four chambers of my heart would flutter with love, this

will not cease when this incarnate shell lays rest, my spirit will

carry with it unto my next sojourn, the love that never ceases

for it is omnipresent, never ending…

 

beauty of Fall

 

we all await the aesthetic beauty of the Autumn

change of attire, crispness in the air, the brilliance

of the nighttime stars and the white lunar face

lighting up the noir of nocturnal part of day

 

and while we take pleasure in this Nature’s annual

transformation with our fortunes in a state of being

where we can freely walk out of our abode to take 

respite underneath this glorious view, remember those

who cannot

 

whether because of physical incapability or mental

instability from psycho trauma and being alone, not

having the comfort of a ‘home’ to walk out of due to

poverty or worse the portent of bombs raining down

 

we must be grateful of what we have, remember those

whose liberties are not theirs, the families, the children

who, because of someone’s selfish and uncaring actions

cause loss of freedoms and be witness in the beauty of ‘Fall’

 

wisdom of a tree

 

a tree is an extension, an appendage of Mother Earth.

it hovers upward to touch and connect with the clouds,

the sky, to absorb the rays of the sun and drink of the

dropplets of rain coming from the seas and it listens to

the whispers of the wind, the secrets it beholds, thus

when i sit quietly and still at the base of a tree, i become

a receptacle for the wisdom it imparts upon me and it

knows i am willing to become one with it.

i learned of this when i was an eagle in my life before

and i used to soar o'er the finger tips of their limbs as

they lifted high and upward to give praise to the 'One'.

now my spirit lifts skyward when i sit quiet and still at

the base of a tree.