Here Comes The Light

Every year my joy rises with the thrill 

as Autumn Crocus come to call

and from this patch of soil

arises a stem here and there

and then Violet Light just everywhere

this color beams-up to shine so bright

truly inspiring my pure delight.

 

My Friends The Flowers

When little flowers smile at me

I say Hello and I listen.

I heard one whisper, Where are you going?

So I sighed and replied,

Oh, just slowly walking Home,

I went to hear the musicians play

twas a lovely interlude in this day.

 

My friends the flowers watch me pass,

we wave farewell and travel on

here one moment, the next we're gone.

What Is To Be

This is the little lake on the last day of summer

a black water hen is duck-diving in the ripples

time passes ever so quietly

as the sky floats by

look again tomorrow

when maybe autumn brings sunshine

to peg my clothes on the line.

Some days are fine.

All days are always 'What is to Be'

the lake is lake,

the sky is free to be whatever breezes easily

so I will contentedly be me.