An October Morning

After a summer when the sun-kissed earth

Sprung to life, looking green and gay

But before she mourns her fallen leaves

Wearing a snowy veil of dowager grey

Comes an October morning...

The soft warm rays of the golden sun

Rise slowly up from over the hills

And bring a drop of joy, a tinge of heat

To gently nip at the morning chill

Pearls of dew shine on pretty blooms

And on luscious fruit that are just ripe

A fawn awakens with the zest of youth

A bird takes off in the clear blue sky

As life glides through the seasons, come

These times of balance and harmony

I sense perfection, unseen moments ago

And that, moments later, may cease to be

Like the fleeting instant of centered peace

As a pendulum sways from side to side

I feel a stillness, a glimpse of eternity

Between the ebbs and tides of flowing time

This October morning...

Questions

Can a tender stalk muster strength

  to stand upright in the rain?

In a just war bravely fought and lost

  is the valor spent in vain?

What salve can soothe the gentle heart's

  deep memories of pain?

Can a broken thread ever feel

  unbroken and whole again?

Who forgives you for falling short

  of the bar that you have set?

Should a rolling stone that crushes ants

  feel a modicum of regret?

A true love that wasn't meant to be

  can you ever forget?

Does nature abhor a peaceful race

  of quiescent minds at rest?