The Learning

Only headlights are seen at the day's epilogue
Those pierce the spell of powdered fog
As angels’ sighs fall down but thy North Star
Holds hands to pass the vision straight ,clearer

The spiral web the spider's abode
Caught the mist in droplet’s code
Wisest they are as taught thy language
Where glades and clouds go pale when days change.

Only truth that tapestry weaved
Worn and tired sometimes despair breathed
But wings of a feather born
And sadness from the littlest rose-thorn
Balance my heart's untrust and forgive
As I recall the last summer grasses’ lea.

Imagine how restless the dripping waterdrop
Has become and that wee heart does never stop
To amaze in the dive it gallants
Bind thy beauty amongst the millions band.

Waiting I am waiting again like I did
When will thy Fall come to take my Winter lead
To play,touch thy snowy leaves moist
And delve in thoughts about the swallows to the East.

Nights will be long beside the homely hearth
When resting souls will remember the birth,
Of thy spring glades through overslept melted flakes
Learning the shoots before the sheep takes
The run and at my feet thy gifts
Framed in delicate petals of vernal treats.