I didn’t see it coming.
It took me completely by
surprise. I was struck by an unexpected
notion, that the things I once thought magical
were maybe nothing more than just themselves!
The soothing stream that meanders through the meadow,
the autumn leaves as they fly across the moon,
the golden grain caught blushing in the sun;
might not really have a spirit of their own.
Could it be they are simply what they are;
lazy creek, dead leaves, ripened seeds?
Without a doubt, I must control
these hasty bouts of wisdom
before they shatter
The delivery of this poem is something different for me. I have never attempted to format a poem into any particular shape before. A bit of a challenge!
The photo was taken in Colorado, near the Continental Divide