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