Memories On Branches

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