The streaming sound of cicadas
Among the lovely trees
As August days turn dark
And the flowers call the bees.
The leaves feel the energy flowing
As they begin to bend to wind
Once purged from Mother branches
To the earth now engaged and pinned.
The awesome fluttering dragonflies
In an anxious state of bliss
Grasp their flowering fluid elixir
As a goodbye summer kiss.
Nature feels the change of seasons
As if called from deep below
The earth decides its future fate
When winter winds will blow.
As I watch in silent surrender
To the calling of all beings
A conscious scheduled cycle starts
My waning heart to sing.
TEETERING ON THE EDGE 