Introduction
Comes then, the subtleness, tranquil, like
floating fluttering fluffy white upon a landscape stark in frigid blending
shadows intent on definition to any curious eye, providing shelter for the
furry creatures tiny; wary prey, observant notice of the predator hunter
stalking near. To ebb slightly into each full-born day from the season just
escaped and evade the telling harbinger of where the flow shall note its
admission. Each season been and surely present in the now and to some coming
future-time, slowly evolves to notice not the chameleon-like delicate change of
its inevitable chase across the seasons. To each, its own, in its own time;
such, Mother Nature is.
Spring promises renewal birth-of-life
with freshness green in forest wood, raining moisture nourishment to tender
growth in soft caressing showers. Sometimes its early effort must succumb to Winter’s
cold and bitter wind, one last fling to let them know, unkind reminder though
it be, that warming days might just win, but the north holds reluctant-tight
and offers hint to ride again.
Days’ lengthened path signals that
concert harmony dances perfectly to the maestro’s baton waving magic-air as
nature calls the tune and all minions must obey; no choice in this, have they.
Slips almost quietly to summer like a
ship upon the ocean current sailing in a circle to touch each point of the wide-world
compass; the seasons four shall be not denied. Warm days to hot with thunderstorms,
oft-times clamorous, they come to cleanse and freshen fragrant with life
sustaining gifts gratefully accepted by the needy flora and her creatures
there. To the cooling sky of shortened light where flowers fade to hints of
crimson-gold still hidden just beyond horizon yonder waiting now its turn to
set the world ablaze in myriad palette-colors awesome. Indeed!
A ferrule securely holds the bristles
full to overrunning with brilliant hues spoon-splashed among vast varied
wildness shapes and textures of the Autumnal fall kaleidoscope expectant. Calm
mornings reflect the beauty held in mirror-surfaced lakes until a rising mid-day
breeze flutters glass into an ever changing range of mixed and blended intense vibrant.
Then, before the eye explodes the myriad tints resplendent like Springs’
remembered flower treasure trove.
Roasted turkey, browned to a culinary
magazine’s perfect photo advertisement, with all the trimmings perfect-prepared
and Love-presented, Oh! just so, may introduce with that auspicious
celebration---What?...an early surprise snow to delight the children, young and
old. Into the hustle holiday time where nature goes unheeded, taking unknown
notice to all the challenges encountered which it seems, can never be fully
accomplished but manages to sustain admiration-appreciation harmony in melody.
She remains un-insulted and waits, quite so patiently.
Then, at last, the painted forest
relinquishes her beauty-bonnet, save, of course, those pin oak leaves which
rattle through the frigid freeze like a bugle harbinger of coming attractions,
next. Winter-fun for children with whiteness comes, aplenty. For young-at-heart
the cold wind blows excited thrills awaiting all who dare accept the chilly
challenge; tender nights for hugging close before a crackling cedar fire,
delightful loving to the humming moan in vacant eaves on high.
Before the final ice has melted out upon
the lake, green moss on warming southern slopes announces proud the coming
Spring. As it begins once more, dear Lord, let me taste of nature’s virtue. The
only sin in Providence’s scheme might just be that, precluded, I could not
partake.
Alabaster-pale Full Moon Refrain!
Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight
Image in old looking glass reflects
time-traveled horizon-trace afar
Yet! Amazing site to tired eyes, more beautiful than ever, still
thou are
Instants, days, on into years, in
lightning flash it’s all just soon been
To count the dead, to fear the next,
to miss the now, commits dire sin
Once infant crawled, unsteady
walked, ran like a fresh, sailed fair wind
Too quickly surf kissed sandy
beach, found passing time not be dear friend
Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight
Fulfill dear nature-mother’s
way---Always! Thy kingdom come!
Blatant-subtle instant-eon, each
day-long most treasured awesome
Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight
Spring Beauty-virgin
Sweetness-maiden caresses dawn softly the east
Adonis-handsome tender embrace
locked-hearts in lasting loving-feast
Southern statue subtle slowly slips
on sojourn wind, nearly a silent whisper
Spawned summer storms begot of
futile search for just one tempting mister
Placid western monument
imperceptibly has paid pained-dues
Lake color bright kaleidoscope reflects
Autumnal splendor hues
Sculpted marble icy-cold purviews
spouse handiwork now frozen frigid
Daguerreotype slight shadowed black
on white hints softly contrast rigid
Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight
All transfixed quietness even in
exploded temper ’ere nature goes
Each combination different, yet still
same, in gentle ebb and flow
Offered there true love gone
holding hands in heaven’s garden upon His earth
Live statues bathed in alabaster-white
refrain to value-virtue sweet pure worth
Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight
Lazy “∞” upon yon dream-bed to
symbolize that one forever infinity
Body life? A soul. Its own? Spirit
true. Replete, to emulate divinity
Alabaster-pale full moon light
confesses not an illuminated single solitary faux sorrow
Faith! Family! Freedom! Trinity---hope
born new dawn upon the promised ’morrow
Alabaster-pale full moon bright
Creating shadows grey and white
Blends surreal sweetness in delight
Shadowed Graces wraithlike-night
Passionate reality, purchase-tight
Upon soft wind sacred Deity sight
Touch yonder sky to mountain height
“V”-wedge geese in migrant flight
A sin? To miss…true life! It might!
Amen!
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