arrestedly blessed am I
in all things beautiful
sunshine withheld
such hostage of weather
need not matter
as no one but God has the power to
steal the day
way layed for the coming of fall
the sun's magic still moves me
with infinite grace
as she transverses the sky
yet again
I have no real worry to speak of
I sit just as I am
a vague anomaly
unto myself
blessedly at rest.......
(written Sept 13,2005 420am)