Chapter 3 -- Stepping Along (Parts 1 & 2)
I.
g winters' whooshing rains rise
e
i n
h
l n i
to syllabically symphonize
See
t b k
d
r
o
d patterns that bead into waves,
r l
o e
p tinting this mild Autumn breeze,
l
e
till over fields of wild
wheat,
s
Lady
Nature sheds her swirling dress
n
s
u
e
of gilded s
t
l e a v e
s
beneath the remaining ruffled clouds of Autumn, spread over fresh oak forests where snows
grow and scent of pine in the greystone shadowed peaks pierces the sharp breath of the
North wind in the morning.
II.
Across the moist November earth
the ripening season rises,
proudly,
like a stately tree
laden lusciously with the
forbidden.
Such fruit, not to wither,
(like you)
May
yet shine
Resistant to the ravages of Time.
Yet IT is clear in mind that this time is ne'er PAST sweet.
S u b l i m
i t y
it is a cloud,
it is but a shapeless gem
of a moment,
clear as the mind of One,
shaped by the laser lights from peeking stars like our sun,
surrounding our galaxy like instant Spring (vibrantly Aquarian) meadows of
flowers gleaming,
if only in Memory's reverie
This time-- IT-- flashes back into our hours 'til LOST
In fast-m e l t i n g bites of sculpted frost.