Frost happens,
yet some things never change.
The fields are alive with the sounds of music,
portending endings.
Frost happened
– last night, eons ago
– it’s all the buzz!
“O, what will we do. It was
so foreboding! Woe is us.”
It’s OK. It is I. Follow me . . .
into the change, past the fear,
beyond the change,
arriving in the peace of eternal now,
the only moment we’ve ever known.
I have overcome the world. Yes!
World without end. Amen. (see Matt 14:22-36)
(Click blue title above to listen to nature’s song.)
Wonderful poetry! Thank you so much. I am delighted by these words and the images and feeling they invoke. Good work.