Originally Published June 2008
Mensa Montage Newsletter, Toronto Chapter
Reflections
The wind that briefly bends the grass
Has whispered unsung life upon my face
Water flows like molten glass
Past me, alone in this quiet place
I watch as Jays and Robins sing
Alight upon the budding boughs
Unfold their colors in this spring
Court my heart as it allows
A mighty fir rises high
Straight-backed among its sapling friends
Its majesty draws my gaze nigh
Beauty fresh in spite of youths end
I want to cry out in ancient tone
Dance barefooted on the soft ground
I keep my impulse as my own
I choose to listen to nature’s sound
Traffic is a distant roar
I concentrate on earth’s true face
I hear complexities of life no more
I’m settled and calm in this quiet place
Wind feeds me with fragrant airs
Sun licks my skin with orange light
I cast away all mortal cares
Slip silently into gentle night.
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