Thoughts on my 84th birthday.
Alas! long since flown Springs warm scented hours,
hand in hand with her thirst quenching showers;
unforgiving time gave way to Summer's sun, to infuse
the carnival of dawn's web drenched misty dews,
reborn from slumber, days new vibrant atmosphere
invite free migrant swallows, to flit and steer
their fleet of flight o'er the crisp blue sky,
weaving wonderment to the awe enraptured eye,
where floats the frolic wind, both bold and debonair,
intoxicates the eager pen, with brazen prowess, dare
word paint the unseen breeze in antique poetry,
Ah!, such were those days of youthful revery.
Fond Autumnal hues, now spill kisses o'er the terrain,
caressing soft the ripening fruit and golden grain,
yet warm remains the wind, that forever weaves
symphonic music, to rustle thru' the once green leaves,
embroidered by red golden tints in profusion found,
as with the coloured carpets rich seasonal ground,
such the Autumnal wealth, that in quietude bless the land,
tint textured sown, by natures creative caring hand,
as hymns of joy orchestrate her heavenly craft in praise,
an annual resolution kept in countenance, our senses to amaze,
much as celestial climes where starry magic e'er prevail
and where dance in incandescent light the comet's blazing trail.
Thus into Winter my contented soul retire,
reflecting warmth, gathered by past seasons fire,
thus I sowed and reaped the harvest of my days,
scribed my muse and reveled in its praise,
braved winds, oft whose breath ill fortune blows,
yet each gale, transient as the desert snows,
thro' life's journey endured many a weary mile,
't'is better borne, when we upon its burdens smile
along that rugged unkempt road of life, oftimes leads
to a beautiful destination, flower paved by our stoic deeds,
so, close not the curtain upon Winters fragile sun,
for dare we choose, our days can still be fun.
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
What can write to celebrate the years, made better for having endured harsh unspeakable times, yet in such times, the beauty of nature and the hope that belong to the human spirit moved the pen to compensate the ill born days of childhood, I daily grateful for my vision and the air that I breathe, so thank you for sharing it with me.
Comments (15)
Happy 84 Birthday Phil
Kathy
And a little colder in the rain"
How is the weather in your sublime, most beautiful place my dear friend?
Hope all is great with you and can't wait when I will see you hopefully again next year.
thro' life's journey endured many a weary mile,
't'is better borne, when we upon its burdens smile
along that rugged unkempt road of life, oftimes leads
to a beautiful destination, flower paved by our stoic deeds,
so, close not the curtain upon Winters fragile sun,
for dare we choose, our days can still be fun.
This reflects your most sublime and positive outlook about life and all that happens around you my friend.
A very contagious and very inspiring influence your lucky friends around you of which I take pride and honor of being one of them.
Please say hello to all of them specially to Mick and Pat...Ann and Mark, Rose and Brian..
Happy birthday in advance my darling friend..
On this special day I wish you all the very best, joy and happiness!
Let your Muse remain your faithful companion for many, many years!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dearest poet, be well, be healthy, be motivated!!!!
The love he pours is for you.
He will always be your rock.
No more lifted tent
anchor he will stay.
Have a great day!
I have no Nana's left so
I spread my love to you!
You write beautiful!
Happy 84th
"So Lovelly" Bless you.
Sophia xx
Phil.
Love you Phil.
Kathy