Feb 29, 2012

What Will I Speak Of?

What Will I Speak Of?

How great the seasons I have been blessed with
Or how dark the night?

Of Autumn mornings -  forgiving and brisk
And tempered with yellow heat

Or how summer had fled
without a promise?

 And the  leaves how they danced off the breeze
 light - and lifting the dawn

Or how brown and brittle they had grown
And withered too?

And how the music had traced the edges of humble days
 and given them souls

or how the din now crowds the day
 heavy and crass?

And about us -

What gratitude will remain for the greatest gifts?

Will the heart for thanks linger
 or wither beneath the darkened leaves?

As cold and as broken