A Reflection

Thank you for the spring and the flowers
and the shooting stars.
The sweet aroma of youth
and new beginning
and the excitement.

They moved so fast—the clouds, I mean
across the sky
tumbling in existential bliss
as I through the silks of color
faster an faster
until it was all around me
color
and your scent
and I found myself reflected in your eyes--
saw myself in you.

Thank you, too, for the autumn.
The colors, once again, in a different light.
The way they fall
and glide to the earth,
back to nature's arms.

Gravity makes me dizzy
the tumble through the air
to rest on the earth
solid.

Shavings of color brush around
and dance beautifully.
Again, I am colored
but differently.

I feel—I feel the touch
I remember the sun
And now I know the earth.

Thank you for the sun,
and thank you for the earth.