Season to taste

by | Mar 8, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Look up, look up,
The trees are dancing, choosing summer clothes,
The branches clitter-clatter in the breeze.
Look up, look up,
The clouds are skittering, scattering scarves of gauze
Listen, listen
High in the sky the birds go chitter-chatter.

Look down, look down,
The winter waterfalls pour from sodden paths
Sparkled and sunlit, determinedly dashing downstream
Look down, look down,
Tiny white flowers pulsate and push
Thrusting upwards toward the light
Listen, Listen,
The wood-pecker goes a-rat-a-tat-tat.

Earth is singing her greenest song.

Then slowly waning summer sighs,
And weakened, wends her weary way
Fresh fallen leaves and lingering light
Golden glints through trembling trees
Smell of burning logs and fires
Glowing lamps throw shadowy shapes:
Outrageous, irksome imagery,
Nothing new, yet new each time.

Whirling winds and rain-drenched days
Snow and ice and biting chill
Disclose some dimmer, darker thoughts
Meditation, Motivation,
Absolution, Aberration,
And contemplation of the id.

Loving means risking all you are
Dare to love then you must know,
That loving means risking all you are
Glorious gain gives way to pain
And cold, grey winter will remain.
The choice is clear
There is no choice
Loving means risking all you are.

Who are we? Where do we come from? Where do we go?

Spring summer autumn winter
This is the pattern of our lives.
Spring summer autumn winter
Smiles and tears, joy and grief,
Spring summer autumn winter
A butterfly beats its wings and we
Are inextricably intertwined.
Infinity, eternity,
Our lives are linked forever
And the world becomes a different place.

Who are we? Where do we come from? Where do we go?

There are no answers.
Carpe diem:
Seize the day.
In the end
It’s all you have.


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