Sunday morning bliss
With the unusually warm weather we’ve been having lately, I decided to visit the Riverbanks Botanical Gardens this morning.
I love going to the gardens and strolling around, regardless of the time of year. It’s more comfortable to do it at this time of year than others, as it’s not pushing 80 at 9 am as it is in the summer. I took my notebook along, I’ve had an idea for a poem kicking around in my head for a few days now, and I put it down on paper while I was there. It came out a bit different that I had first imagined it, but I’m really ok with it. So, for your reading enjoyment, if you’re still reading, here it is.
Destiny Calling
I hear my name carried
on the morning’s cool breeze,
as it whispers and whistles
through nearby tall trees.
Rapids sing out to me,
invisible, hidden by mist,
the message barely audible,
as though it were hissed.
Fire crackles and dances
in shades of orange and red,
with voices a-whispering
to move on ahead.
From deep in the earth
grows the tree and the rock,
creating and lining the paths
down which I will walk.
Destiny’s calling,
from the river and earth,
Destiny’s calling,
from the sky and the hearth.
Destiny’s calling,
come walk by my side,
Destiny’s calling,
with it I’ll abide.