! ! ! Autumn Thoughts Poem by Bob Blackwell

Dewish sprinkles glistening,
reflect the autumn colours
as the sun rises in the sky,
and a rustle of light shines
through the autumn leaves.

I listen for the whispered
hush of dawns music playing,
packets of lovely tunes come
from chorus of the early birds,
as a white butterfly flutters by.

Leaves are changing, falling,
a branch sways, leaves fall,
to lie dead upon the ground;
yet natures brush of life still
paints the colours of renewal.

Soon some trees will accept
their look of nakedness, to
wait patiently through the
winters chill of snow and cold,
for springs season of redress.

In Nature there is no end to
a beginning, for Fall is the
beginning of a resurrection,
commencement of natures
start of new life to come.

A covering of roadway, a
a burning, an explosion can
stop the growth of nature,
but given time and change
we will see new life growing.

From this we can learn that
consciousness is essence of life,
life itself is truth, that truth is
beauty, that life is for eternity,
there is no end or stop to it.


12-05-2010