“ Fixing Now ” ~ to look at what I see ~

 

I’ve looked back

At my surrounds,

And growing years

Hence to feel bound,

Need look again

As seems back then,

I’ve thin account

Of beauty all about

As though allure

Had been left out,

Thru failed record

On matters worth

Meant to absorb,

Yet angst insists

Ne’er be too late,

Want fixing now

To look at what I see…

 

Who could have known best

What beauty life held see,

Without we knew thus to invest,

That made us look at what we see!

                                                                               ode to the in-depth beauty

                                                                                                of natures creativity!

 

“ The Book ” ~ of blank pages ~

A book in search

Of giving birth

To pages blank,

Hopes but record

Views so composed,

With words’ accord

To author predisposed,

Might ease the way

That dare initiate

A scribe’s want say,

Upon a virgin page

Empty so, intimidates

The while a book awaits

Words chose breathe life,

To uninhabited blank pages!