Who knew the month of October
could nourish my spirit and
comfort my eyes wth a
warmth of pure light and a never-ending bliss?
Gold is delicately interwoven in the
hands of our life givers. The bark
supports the branches, even when it knows
the leaves cannot change their fate against
the hands of time or the forces of nature.
Sitting on the roots of the silent giant, I rest my head
on its sturdy trunk. Why, the wind never fails to invite me
join the sweet melody it whispers in the ears. Yes,
the wind is enchanthing- so mystical, it lifts me to the
heavens, and the angels residing up above.
Birds, squirrels... driads in the trees,,, fairies
shooting from up above igniting a magical world,
full of prisms of colors- beads of light adorning, residing
in my every eye lash.
What else is there to see?
I know there is so much more, hidden there somewhere.
Let me rest my head and enjoy the view, the way flowers do.
But of course, I am not wrong.
There is a canopy fantastic like the ocean floor.
Instead, it is full of breath-taking butterflies.
Butterflies with warm tones
of topaz and blood,
and eerie shapes, creating a whimsical beauty.
October, you have a purity- a gift
and grace about you.
So sweet like the sound of a violin,
and yet so vivid and strong to
uplift my heart.