The change of seasons has such a force
Stirs reflection to amend our course.
Some love spring time,others winter,
Still some love summer,and most praise fall.
In my world friend, I love them all.
Spirit renewed of time and change
The future before us,is ours to claim.
A life to live and a heart to roam
Here on Earth our only Home.
Trees are so inspiring for me
Pillars of Nature that live and breathe.
Have you seen Trees in the morning light ?
I never weary of that splendid sight.
Bark and branches dark and light
Sunlight contrasts them as day and night.
Winters starkness enhances delight
No distractions just Trees and light.
Poetry reader may i suggest
See the Trees, at by behest.
It abides in us all….,lurking ever lurking,
waiting for that one moment,that one feeble excuse to
Roar out of its lair,bursting through the veneer of
our illusions of tranquility and well being.
Blatantly,arrogantly,over powering our senses
Stationing it self above all thought.
We shudder,tremble,we CRY OUT, when at its worst,
WE AWAKE T L SHUFF
Resting on yard bench
passing Bumble Bee, pauses ,hovers
face to face
We share the moment.
The full moons white light
Hues Blue, Gray, on passing clouds
Moods change colors.
Snow capped mountains gleem,
Reflect on waters surface,
Whale breaches through.
Abandoned cold streets
Homeless in the shelter
No shoes on their feet.
<l Insufficientses for Poets,on us they have no hold.