Golden Tomorrows

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Approaching my sixth week of recovery, I'm excited for those brand new tomorrows free of pain, to walk in parks, woodlands and forests, just an aching to surround myself with nature once more.

 

Feelings of wonderment as cozy darkness arrives,

caressing ardent senses at the coming season...then

thoughts of Autumn's trail of mysteries embrace my

imagination, perceived energies flow all around me,

 

there's always a need to rewrite over and over

significance of poetic expression, important

to my sanity...showing a path I must follow;

not just today but in my near and distant future.

 

I think of:

 

Stumpy blackberries tucked away

tickled secretly by musty redolence,

an assortment of woodland decay

mixed with damp undergrowth,

 

stunning radiance astounds the eyes

as dappled colors sway on branches,

flickering in late dazzling rays of sun;

setting the scene for a magical vision,

 

golden leaves of the season's fate

though strong-willed holding fast,

come October's gradual decline

weakness hinders all their plans,

 

floating, they don't crash on impact

but glide on zephyr's gentle breeze,

composed they touch down gently

to slumber upon earth's rich soil,

 

seduced by the passages of time,

seeds work their way towards future

generations, seeking Winter's languid

terrain, Summer's balmy passion soon forgotten.