Poetry

Seasons Cycle (in progress)

I like Spring the best

 

I like it when the winter ends

And the season of unlocking begins

 

The changing colors of the leaves

Means less to me than their vernal birth

 

I will always marvel at the

Newly green sea of grass

 

And the green waves undulating

On the winds of awakened life

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Summer winds fill

my senses; bringing all the glory

of nature to me.

I am overwhelmed, and,

by result, serene.

 

I am susceptible to zen riddles,

like a tree falling,

or a hand clapping.

I can be shocked

into unity with the universe.

 

When I am tired,

and the world feels silent,

I hear the sounds of the living.

I feel the breath of the earth.

 

I  miss watching the lights,

the sounds of a fan,

the company of children

and of adults.

 

When I was surrounded

by beautiful lanterns,

I wanted to be beautiful

like a lantern.

 

When I could smell fresh earth,

I wanted to be like the earth.

One with it.

A part of it.

 

A part of everything.

A part of summer.