Beautiful it is
Beautiful it is
It’s too damn soon
for the multi-colored leaves to
be brushed aside from the arms
of the mighty oak trees,
and the swells and grace of the
maples, sycamores and elms.
Though beautiful it is …
I’m not quite ready
I am never ready
for summer to disappear
and autumn to show its fervor,
through its intensity of colors
and collages of impressions,
as they fade from view.
Though beautiful it is …
It only reminds me of
the cold, ice and snow
that lurks beyond the
leafless trees and
stark and barren
snow-covered fields.
Though beautiful they are …
So I leave the coldness
and whiteness behind,
and begin the autumn anew
without the colors and rakes,
for the sun and beaches of
the Florida tropics and the
heat that accompanies every day.
And beautiful that is …
I notice - it doesn’t matter
where or when or even how
two people decide to reside,
as long as their hearts coincide
with the love they share inside
the passion of the ebb tide
and the longing for the neap.
So beautiful it is …
April and then May appears
with spring of eternal life
when everything … everywhere
begins to show its fragrance
and bloom from the essence
while the air reaps romance
from flowers and shrubs and trees
to bugs and bears and bees
we become alive and anticipate
the next full circle of life.
How beautiful it is …