October Blues

I passed through the grime and dust,

Of steel and mirror world,

Into an arch where wilderness dwelt,

They were my friends,

For years have the known me,

Ambling down slopes or lying in a cool grove,

The silence was our language,

I was back with my friends.

Before curtains come down on the symphony,

Fall and the persistent rain,

Which fed the trees and their little children,

When nature in abundance gave,

For in giving, they survived,

Not in asking, for real kings they are,

Immortal and wise beyond words.

Squirrels and small animals hurrying with their chores,

For winter was smiling to step in,

I just watched in sheer amazement,

If only we could learn even the slightest wisdom,

Of the battering tides and lonely west wind,

But the message of Lord is lost to our,

Opaque ears, for we see what we just want to see,

And the blues creep on us, for all are scarred by,

The tumultuous upheavals of life.

Not so with nature, who with love blossoms,

But cries not if the leaf falls,

For in its soul timeless, it knows with patience,

That after the dark days of winter,

All shall heed the promise of life again,

A new order shall take over,

I hug the old mighty cedar,

And felt its warmth kindle my cold body,

All knew me, but were in a rush to stock,

One small petunia even whispered to me,

The big sleep is coming,

Join us and we shall wake,

To a shining day and ecstatic sound of the stream,

For life goes on,

October blues shall invariably give way,

To rapturous spring,

I return rejuvenated,

To my world of steel and glass,

To face the impermanence of mortal things,

And rejoice in the moments, in small blessings again.