Telling.
In this short but telling age
the nearer I come
to my final breath brighter
the sun as it rises
each day and fiercer tumble
high tidal breakers,
bleached to more silver shine
sea-washed sand
and louder a feathered song,
extra vivid red roses
under much bluer skies, ultra
intense howl storms,
noisier thunder and excitingly
wilder the lightning.
Waking to view morning\'s new
wonders in full spate
clearly exposes time\'s passing,
makes mature senses
the keener to join in applause
for nature\'s great gifts
by finding in daily things glory
not seen before.
Becoming alive is enough if smiles
light the day for when
closer draws endings then greater
the need to experience
earth\'s ready music vibrating with
infinite grace.