Fall Mist
As begin to fall the autumn leaves from trees
Soon the winter will bring cold breeze
There are still few bees
Sipping nectar which they change sap of honeys’
The chestnuts like hail in park will fall
The whispering wind is imbued with their soul
As the wind sings oldest ballad of all
It reminisces time when children would climb poplar that’s tall
It remembers the time before bird would sing
And when earth was one volcano covered thing
It even remembers time when justice stood for something
It remembers everything
As winter approaches covering the world with purity of white snow
And frost makes bizarre shapes on every window
To the feeder the birds will go
Among the white frigid winter they are remnants of summer’s rainbow
In spring to complete its quest
To meticulously build the nest
The bird will not rest
Searching from East to West
All kinds of things to build its nest bird will bring
Maybe even crown of a king
Maybe diamond ring
Or maybe something even more precious likes a free destiny string
But it is bigger bird like crane that is special for me
The one that will one day fly above higher then Everest mountain majesty
In blue reflecting feathers covered he will be
Flying in essence of destiny recoiling to above infinity
But it is the autumns’ ages’ old mist
That touches my spirit when put in its midst
This is where at the base all paradoxes cease to exist
Like a glorious, hopeful, good morning, sun sings shining above that mist
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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