Equilibrium
shoots and pools
past determined lands
We are
round yonder bend
in imagination,
sometimes suddenly.
shoots and pools
of assumption and gratitude
for harvests' end comes
as new beginnings
when worlds forget time
but for the markings
of the stars
in skies bled gray
and earth blanketed by sleep.
Determined lands
holds all in dreams
by food, folks, and fun.
Oh, this mortal coil
that fosters then retreats
with the setting of Sol;
unthawing us in spring
melting the shackle
binded by winter's winds.
We are
at a new beginning.
Sleep awaits bear
Ice awaits fish
Snow awaits plants
Frost awaits mankind
Dreams await one and all
till life returns
to northern hemisphere.
Round yonder bend
of time lie lands
where summer blooms
in minds garden
sowed by summer's dance.
Let the tune move
again your aging feet
to find fun under winter skies.
Those that do adapt
to winter life.
I imagine
most anything could be fun
playing games, watching movies
following politics, or visiting
Even work possibly if not for bosses
whom accrue accountability
killing whatever doesn't fit their ideals
and life expectancy specifying stress.
Sometimes suddenly,
assumption or gratitude
grips food, folks, and fun
in new beginnings
where summer blooms
in mind's garden
fun.
shoots and pools
past determined lands
We are
round yonder bend
in imagination,
sometimes suddenly.
shoots and pools
of assumption and gratitude
for harvests' end comes
as new beginnings
when worlds forget time
but for the markings
of the stars
in skies bled gray
and earth blanketed by sleep.
Determined lands
holds all in dreams
by food, folks, and fun.
Oh, this mortal coil
that fosters then retreats
with the setting of Sol;
unthawing us in spring
melting the shackle
binded by winter's winds.
We are
at a new beginning.
Sleep awaits bear
Ice awaits fish
Snow awaits plants
Frost awaits mankind
Dreams await one and all
till life returns
to northern hemisphere.
Round yonder bend
of time lie lands
where summer blooms
in minds garden
sowed by summer's dance.
Let the tune move
again your aging feet
to find fun under winter skies.
Those that do adapt
to winter life.
I imagine
most anything could be fun
playing games, watching movies
following politics, or visiting
Even work possibly if not for bosses
whom accrue accountability
killing whatever doesn't fit their ideals
and life expectancy specifying stress.
Sometimes suddenly,
assumption or gratitude
grips food, folks, and fun
in new beginnings
where summer blooms
in mind's garden
fun.