The golden days are drawing near
A faint chill is in the morning
It's time to listen for the
Winters passage to declare.
Shake off the driest parch of
It's ways are all complete,
I must now display my welcoming
To prepare the earth for sleep.
Farewell your friend of yesterday
Mourn, as he softly drifts from
Now is the time to embrace my
Our relationship re-new.
You will remember me when you draw
As your theatrical friend,
A paradox of swirling wind and
And beauty deep within.
I shall glow with wonder here
To explode with rich delights,
The vibrancy of my Creator will
unfold His joy
A feast before your eyes.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
At some point in life the world's
beauty becomes enough.
You don't need to photograph,
paint or even remember it.
It is enough.
Toni Morrison, Tar Baby, Signet