Winters methodology

 

Along the Pitt river banks, I sometimes go.

Watching the murky waters move so slow.

This river that rolls on, in different direction

as I sit, contemplating this world of reflections.

 

There – in these tranquil silences – permeated

by sounds of creatures, Mother Nature, has created.

Their life’s songs – many ~ diverse – pierce my ear

as life flows by, in the blink of an eye, and I hear

 

ducks, snapping out their tunes, quacking,

geese, honking their horns - irritating

bees that are humming in their buzzing,

man made noises disturbing the air – frustrating !

A breeze whistles tenderly among the trees,

it’s song rustling, shaking, blowing, removing leaves,

leaves, magically, butterflies, fluttering around,

- in multi  coloured wings – and around, coming down

 

to let us know, – as they touch the ground –

predicting death / change of, and the decay

of, as fall surly brings winter on its way.

It being the harbinger of life’s changes, it’s all around

 

telling us, it’s so, as it goes on with little sound,

as we see answers to questions we have yet found

the wisdom, the courage to acknowledge or state

as we see - but never hear – as our only fate.

 

Food for thought !, as we become food for this universe.

Food for thought !, that brings me to the end of this verse

and to one day, have a short or long ride in a hearse

after fate, life, karma, humanity and me have done our worst.

 

B. J. “A” 2

October 2^nd 2004