The Jeweler's Lathe

THE JEWELER’S LATHE Summer’s last rose After many admiring morning visits And with nature’s rusty brown and gold Surrounding, drawing comparison, Becomes even more pink and beautiful Being aware as being – native to all souls – Nature strives to improve, The old become new New, alike the jeweler’s lathe Polishing polishing Refining awareness - The familiar like a great Schubert string quartet Suddenly with new revealing. Leonard Bernstein says about music, to the effect, ”An old friend becomes more dear” Refining one’s awareness There can be no drudgery, But there must be effort, Must be the look-through, A soul’s effort to find. Therein lies the beauty, The finding. When the diamond Set to the jeweler’s lathe Catches sun Dave Austin