Poem: Anticipation of Rhythms

To dream of glittering nights,
Of crisp air,
Awaiting the transformation of rain into willing earth.
This anticipation of rhythms
Bleeds to and fro in our souls.
The ledge of nature,
We rest upon,
Expecting a push,
And receiving a gentle drop.
A misstep caused,
By switched signs of the seasons.
Still time rolls and carries on.
It takes where it wills,
And where we set our sails.
Grasp the fog and tackle,
The ethereal and physical,
To experience the world.