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Memories on Branches

There is a time that I recall
a memory I hold so dear
a place to keep my wandering soul
to find a God or use my mind
and search for peace outside the void
I found a cabin made of wood
and furnished it with only good
to lay in repose for a destined time
the face of Winter will arrive late
to allow me time to meditate

I walked outside my quaint abode
and felt the cold breeze in the air
covered branches of ice and snow
spreading its arms to say hello
my cheeks are red my sweater white
the sky began to cast a light
the sunshine came and smiled at me
the warmth on my face as an omen of love
that Spring will come to change the days

I sauntered in the early Spring
toward a leeward path where bluebirds sing
and apple blossoms here and there
bearing pollen for the bees to sate 
and someday an apple will emerge
a natural friend in Edens field
the branches will sprout baby leaves
as children in a novice site and a raindrop
will nourish the promised land
anon to be joined  by its brothers of Rain

Summers dew is in the morn
Sols hot hands have touched the earth
and fauna come to quench their thirst
and by the Water of Llfe I join their quest
to bath in its glory and drink from its gift 
it beams on the lake a reflection of  blue
and fish swim by  a butterfly sits on a rose 
to strike a pose for Currier and Ives
I’m overwhelmed by the sight
but I long for the coolness of the night 
To rest on a branch and stare at the Moon
to await a new season that will be here soon

Autumn has come and has splashed its hues
from the color of leaves it  has  given the news 
as they fall from their branches and lay on the ground
a tapestry of color is drawn in ocher, brown and red
I continue down the path with a same colored shirt
with loose fitting pants being held with a belt
I have blended with Nature and created a Psalm
a song for ages for I have become  a  beacon of light
a guide for all seasons to give me a sign

My memories have colors, sights, sighs and cries
and feelings of highs to see what can change
without fear or strife 
as my world dissipates there is no fear of death
just an unending breadth of Life

 © Ralph Sergi
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