It is the tumult of the season turning quickly in the air
That would move my mind and pen to follow suit
As my senses seek to keep up with the movement that is there
And my soul would hear the call of its recruit.
Life is not what you hold quiet in your desire;
It is more an active rising pillar of fire
That will find you if you let it lift you higher
Like the sap that’s flowing upward from the roots.
Heaven knows the cycles that will win creation
When the creature would to heaven give its due
So the blessings of the first fruits of its wonder
Can enrapt us all and life for us embue
With the dance that will enhance the turning circles
Giving balance to the dark and to the gray
By the glory of the sun’s return to warm us
And the celebration of a brand new day.