Cooler Days
Now, come cooler days,
wind riding on morning haze
and the once cloudless clear skies
find billowy puffs in uncovered lies.
A sudden wind and rain storm
teases the earth to resurface, be reborn
but the chill lies low upon the ground
a autumn fades into surreal sound.
Some leaves still cling
as if the warmth still promised spring
but in the more frequent shadows
the earth seeks rest in stilled hallows.
Nature continues its calls
to all creatures great and small
following their internal clock
to harvest the remaining autumn flocks.
The slow methodic mourning dove
bids and whistles seasonal love
adieu to its summer mates
as winter closes autumn gates.
Now takes hold the chilly days
where bird and mammal pray
bonding safe and snug in winter's world
when seasons change is unfurled.
These mornings quiet and still
become unraveled from sea to hill
and hide the secrets of the day
as softer chants call life to stay.
Yielding to the breeze and warm
each and every life can be reborn,
as trees bend low revealing something new
to be stirred and embroiled in the earthly stew.
It is a welcomed though chilled calm
of rain and wind renewing bonds
that tends to follow quickly after
tied into earth, sky and nature's plaster.
Too soon the day will fade into noon day sun
as sun's rise slips into a brilliant fast run
and warmer hours rise
of time and space in its demise.
A tighter hold makes no difference
and with every moment spent,
the cooler days still increase
losing us in the search for inner peace.
Brush away the morning, brush away the day
let slip out a word or two to pray
with gratitude and awe
as day slides to night and night again to morn.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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