Poem – The Wind and Clouds Remind Us To Move

Beneath the vast expanse, where heavens meet,

A tempest swirls, clouds in a swift retreat.

They dance, a ballet of quicksilver cream,

Embracing the darkening sky in a passionate dream.

The zephyrs, subtle maestros, commence their song,

Caressing the trees, bending them strong.

Nature, in whispers, foretells a profound decree,

A symphony in motion, a cosmic decree.

Creatures, attuned to the rhythm of change,

In swift cadence, their ranges arrange.

Squirrels, the heralds, jealously guard,

Their acorn troves, whispers of seasons scarred.

In this temporal ballet, a pas de deux unfolds,

The winds beckon, as if ancient tales they hold.

A siren’s call to the depths of our souls,

Echoes of purpose, as life steadily rolls.

In the tapestry of time, where destinies entwine,

I ponder, rearrange, and redefine.

Life, a grand design, a celestial song,

Like the winds, I too must swiftly move along.

Thus, in the throes of seasons’ fleeting glance,

I embrace the dance, the cosmic advance.

For life’s grand plan, an eternal song,

Guides me forward, as I too must hurry along.

~Suzanne Wagner~