PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

with leaflets loosely blowing

the dawn arises before the mist

the mother of uncounted suns

grandmere to all  enviramental hope

such precious days have won

the hearts of many

and challenged those who lounge

in the sleepiness of the darkness

afore

though bitter world habits still

prevail

the seasons continue their cycled journey

of graceful exchange

seemlessly yet gloriously so

beneath the blankets of each new

violent disturbance its a comfort to

know

that still trees fall asleep

and paint their  falling leaves

so splashily in many a backyard

for  the inhabitants of the motion

filled incarnations to enjoy

when time allows them the silence and

the grace of mind to stop and  momentarily

enjoy such unabashed witnessing

the beauty in such repeated constant

can be so exquisitely shattering

amid the colder realities daily lived

by men and their wars

Melissa

(written Oct31,2003 330am)