Daily Dose of Humanities

       Flavors in Transition

Sitting in the dark

the flow of a gentle breeze, the sound of crickets and a distant train 

The early morning calm, it’s freshness and a yearning for music of rain.

The summer has passed me by, I feel a wisp of cool around the bend

The leaves dazzle with colorful radiance,

And pretty petals near their end.

Soon the cold shall turn nature bare 

Though festivities and cheer will fill the air

With gloomy grays, the soul might despair 

Sitting by a fire, there’ll be warmth to share.

Flavors of spring shall blossom next

With changes….at the creator’s behest 

New beginnings, some a challenge while others a pretext

The soul never fails to rise, nor lose its zest.

The sound of crickets and birds, the heart shall miss

Moments in the thicket and abyss, and much more to remiss 

The seasons share beauty, with musings of bliss.

With every passing night, a day shall follow

To turn despair into cheer and wallow

Akin to a ray of hope that kindles one’s hollow.

 Life in ways takes turns in showing

The overcast skies aren’t done a glowing 

A story it tells without an end, an intent sublime and growing

Sitting in the dark, the breeze gentle and time’s aflowing…

My dawn has broken through and cherishes a’ glowing.