Seasonal Poetry

You jumped
with the wind.
You left
the womb
of your ancient mother,
standing tall,
tower of
stunning beauty,
soaked
in Oak wisdom.
Dancing lightly,
freely,
your rustic green,
Emerald
in the eyes of the Gaels,
glided majestically,
eternal perpetual motion.
You touched
a kiss upon
the crawling river,
and I witnessed
every move
of your
captivating dance.

I watched you
engage your
new home.
I heard your
brothers and sisters
cries, as the wind
passed through
with a message
of goodbye.
And as I pondered,
my mind
made a home
in the juice
of your stem
and I came
with you,
together,
as one,
onward journey,
alive,
free.

We sat together,
still,
resting lightly,

a thin raft
on the crawling river,
gently adrift,
peaceful harmony
on a journey through
carved crisp
mountainous settings,
passing ancient
history soaked
roots
of towering trees,
and the reeds,
givers of sweet
calm euphony,
sway together,
an orchestrated community,
and we gently
pass by,
listening to
the softness
of the music,
at one
in the heart of
nature's
life given
breath.

We pass
the starry eyed
ancient trout,
who looks
for wisdom
amongst the gravel
of the river's
soft bed,
bidding us farewell
he sits still
and ponders;
birds nosily
rustle the trees
in ecstasy
of the setting sun,
crickets
and frogs
in the dying
of a ruby red sun,
bellow a
mystic voice
to the banks of
the pumping vein
of life with
an Autumn
evening's hymn.

As the face
of the rising moon
nestles
in the heart
of the pale
night sky,
casting
the glory
of its light,
shimmering
upon the crest
of the waters edge,
we drift
gently to
the vast jaws
of the welcoming ocean,
and beneath
the glistening
of the countless
luminous stars,
we drift
soft into the
calm soul of
the sea,
together
as one,
onward journey,
alive,
free.