zenith

as the year reaches it summer climax,

our oval globe turns its northern face

inexorably closer toward the sun,

giver of glow and beam..

the verdant vegetation swells,

surrendering in humid intensity..

the very soil purrs in fecundity,

its serpentine inhabitants

wriggling this way and that,

providing the ether that fertilises

and gives succour to all manner

of life..

I too behold an passion, an excitement

that swells within my breast, filling

me with hope and elation..

I arise early -

already the sky, grey green,

presages the brilliant dawn that

comes apace and unchallenged..

a buoyant optimism abounds,

still on the right side of time,

the days gathering length and pace,

always the promise of longer days to come..

fuelling, like the most marvellous orchestra

of myriad perceptions, a gathering

crescendo of happiness and light..

noisily chattering, the sky-life

flitters this way and that,

bound for nowhere -

existing merely in this very

moment, for its own sake..

seemingly far distant,

that uncalled for zenith -

the peak, the turning point,

subliminally obscured and

presently redundant..

the moment when all

manner of truths alight,

and an autumnal murmur

gathers pace, silently seeking its

role in our unforeseen advance

into a new age..

but, for the moment

let us savour this freshness

and give thanks for this annual pilgrimage

toward the golden light..