Every season
In nature’s bent,
Finds purpose
For renewal,
That celebrates
Each wont advent
Not as infinity’s rival
But a cycle of revival…
Yet we creatures
Suffer brevity
Of a single stay,
A hoped-for reach
Though time decreed
Life be held brief,
And so ephemeral
Deemed beg amend
Wouldst be in vain,
To imitate seasons
That never fully fade,
Thus likely reason
Life then returns again!
You’ll find a bend
In the road ahead,
Should you intend
Muse in its stead,
Thus so to ponder
If you have stock,
Suffice grants a stay
Affords a fading clock,
Extends reach yonder…
If fate finds lend
This road gives way,
To live beyond
Prescribed advent,
Thinks worth amend
To this found journey,
Held a memorable stay
Though an hour or a day,
Portend shades of an instant!
You’re of a mind
Life starts betwixt,
Somewhere in time
And place defined
Where being exists,
In advent reached
Of evolutionary feel,
Where light gives sway
To ontogenetic mind
Would recognize real,
To but later lament
Man fails realize,
Exploited be his demise!
Poetry on a Canapé 