Impossible Questions
In the green month of May
When hedges roll along the lanes
In drifts of white and pink;
When dead brown twigs
Spring forth in emerald
Swathes of verdant velvet;
The land is bathed
In the brilliance
Of eternal yellow light;
New life bursts forth
In an explosion
Of impossible wonder
And we are left spellbound
To ponder on the miracles
Of things for which there are no answers.
Opher – 2.9.2023
I think that the running down of summer into autumn; the shutting down of nature, leaves me looking ahead to the wonder of a new beginning.
We are doing the same. We are moving house. Like nature we are shutting down the old and looking ahead, through the desolation of the move, towards a new beginning.
This is our autumn here, the move is our winter and in the spring we will set up new shoots so that we may blossom again. I am looking forward to a fruitful summer.
As to the last verse – the eternal wonder of the miracle of life, nature and the universe – magical events for which there are no answers – I choose not to align myself with mankind’s simplistic solutions of gods and religion. I see that as juvenile. I choose instead to smile contentedly and bask within the awe, the beauty and the splendour. Everything just is. That is enough.