Beautiful it is

Wed, 05/23/2018 - 15:34 -- smucku

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 …

 

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