| Sweet Return |
Bright yellow colors and burning reds
tingle the senses in fall’s stead,
cool sensations dance across my head
as cool air applies its winter’s thread
Ominous thoughts of snow to come
beautiful whites in glistening sun,
weighing the limbs of barren trees
snow devils dancing along with the breeze
Walking alone in the woods this day
no longer the odor of fresh cut hay,
yet a taste of the acorn is within the air
heavy hair coats now cover the deer
Lustily running along the ground
squirrels playfully hunting nuts not found,
chipmunks barking heard through the trees
bees buried deep until the last freeze
Unseen by men is nature’s turn
as she ends this season and fall yearns,
to bring forth the changing which must come
winter’s kiss falling on earth is done
The mighty winds blow with sprinkles of white
children are playing in evening’s light,
snowmen are standing in each yard I see
Christmas lights soon will be hung in the trees
Long is the darkness of this winter’s day
Sun light is lost too soon to the fray,
of mankind’s great chase through life and living
longing for the return to spring time’s giving
Renewed will be all as warmth does return
but memories recall the last winter’s burn,
biting cold air that stung tender skin
as I watch the emergence of sprouts again
Flowers appear to remind us all
of nature’s renewal - an endless call,
then smiles return to each and everyone
spring ads its glow to the early sun
I stand with my mother caressed by her hand
holding to visions of the beautiful lands,
I’ve see on each trek as I paused to stand
and taste the great beauty she presents to man
Peaceful is all that I can say of my mind
pleasant and calm in enshrined over time,
my years have been many and left are but few
the longing I feel to return to you
My summer is past but regrets there are none
for I have lived life in the breast of just one,
nature has blessed me with all of her joy
I opened my eyes when I was just a boy
An old man walks slower within her shield
taking in all of her beautiful fields,
touching the heart of what God did release
upon this great earth to bring inner peace
Even the thorn and the thistle has place
bringing an edge to the senses as pace,
quickens the last of our years as they pass
laying here covered by wind dancing grass
Slowly I’ll turn back to dust once again
then carried I’ll be across the four winds,
singing through trees thick with green leaves
to bring forth the message of nature’s sweet peace
by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)
