Organic

The leaves in summer begin to fall

gracefully gliding down to the ground

hardly making a noise or a sound

their elegance and beauty, captivating to all

The snow of winter is going away

ice-crystals returning to their watery states

with spring on the horizon not a second too late

I imagine the farms full of horses, and hay.

Seasons arrive and then they depart

but their beauty remains, cemented in my heart.

Misunderstood Beauty

The way she moves

is so delightfully elegant

as if it were choreographed

by some divine force or instrument

But the way that she talks is ever the more intricate,

platitudes and maxims have no place here

instead simple truths and philosophies

show the depth of her knowledge and understanding

The red and the amber

intrigue me and grab my attention

whilst in the blue pupils

I sense a connection

A meeting of bodies and minds

but as the time passes 

I sense a deception and realize that I’ve been mistaken

I saw only what I wanted to see

In the bluejays and the leaves on the deciduous trees,

making an assumption

Now I chide myself for my ignorance

And ask for Mother Nature’s penitence