What lovely shape the clouds
decorating the clear blue
of early autumn mornings.
Bees buzzing busily
in their leaving summer rituals.
They seem to float
in rhythm with
breathtaking birdsong.
So amazing are these
temperate brilliant days
that transition us
from one season to another.
What is ours
without war
without payment
without permission
is what nourishes my soul
from inside
or when outside
is not so bright and fair.
My spirit holds
days like these
for when I should need them.
