Mystique of the seasons of life can be found

crisp light of dawn over the cold blue hills
rain from the west letting moisture spill
renewing the light like renewing the land
holding out hope in the place where we stand
days spill over days on this path of renewal
certain days of each life turn into jewels

the days of the good and days which were bad
prove the truth of our visions, or make us sad
down all the days of each life on this planet
experiencing the moments as the universe will grant it
wisdom and humility lived in our sorrow
as joy and strength spill forth in tomorrow

God grants us dawn if we are up to see
the potential of growth like wind from the sea
viewing the gray light revealing each day
the forthcoming vision in life’s vast array
hoping for light in that crack which appears
on the edge of our horizon dispersing our fears

joys and sorrows from long ago times
each day that renews is here to remind
how lovers and friends are with us through time
held in our hearts and held in our minds
the joy that we shared down through the years
the lessons we’ve learned from all of our tears

the goodness of each other discovered each day
the companionship enshrined to show us our way
the potential of dawn to become the full light
is followed in the sky expansive and bright
then the wind and the rain seen in the west
as another day moves forward and we find some rest

the joy on the coast and dragons discovered
give us the roots of magic uncovered
in dirt of the earth and the misty air
enchantment renewed as we linger there
greeted by fairies and energy of trees
if we are wise, we recognize these

forces of renewal absorbed by our strength
recognizing the days that became the length
of the dragon’s tail and the tree branch’s girth
came down through time since the day of our birth
writhing from wind though held in the ground
Mystique of the seasons of life can be found

trees last a long time. Lovers will too
mist in the morning branches covered in dew
like memories and hopes so sublime
which prove the true purpose of our time
to live each day and hold each breath
for each other until the day of our death

the blessings of light at the coming of dawn
fill spirit’s gorgeous bright capacity to move on
lessons learned and lessons lost
some morning dew turns into frost
as cold memories are reminders at dawn
of places and people from whom we were drawn

holding our hopes, memories, and fears
reminders of joy, happiness, and tears
seeing these things each dawn of the day
as markers of things we learned how to say
be hopeful, be kind, be renewed by the dawn
listen for the echoes which memory spawns

shining blessings for our hopeful hearts
following each other to where we did start
hold in the heart the value found there
and accept that it is important to show that we care
care deep and unfettered because then it is found
Dragon tales and love from deep in the ground

<><><><><><><> 02/28/23


Author: Gerry

I welcome you to Sonomabuzz. I am Gerry La Londe-Berg. This started as a blog and immediately morphed into a poetry site. I started as a person and eventually morphed into a poet (among other things).

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