Again, Everything Changes; Nothing Dies (sonnet)

The time has come to meditate again–
As if it ever passed. I passed it by!
My garden muddles new growth with the past,
As some green creatures start anew; some die.
September breezes turn from hot to cool,
Reverse themselves as suddenly as sharp
Retorts of crows blend with the softer notes
As forest leaves play their aeolian harp.
So if the natural world, to which my mind
Stays closely linked to sing in harmony,
Swirls deep with change, unsettled for a while,
Along I go in playful euphony.
The lesson’s clear: roll with the natural world;
Release myths of control. The center holds.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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