Fay Slimm.

Full Spate.



Full Spate


As maturity ages and
the nearer I come to my final
breath the brighter
looks ripening understanding
and fiercer tumbles
wonder full spate on water
bleached to more silver
than I can remember seeing.

Louder each feathered song,

intenser the silence 

before gale lashes sea-scape, 

bluer the sky and longer

the sun takes to capitulate

before moon rises,

more vivid each floral bloom,

sooner seems seasonal

change, hues extra beautiful,

keener my fascination

with variety Nature achieves.

Just being alive is enough if zest
lights my day for when
closer draws endings so greater
the need to peer again
and hear how earth\'s ready music   
excitingly vibrates