Sometimes when the dark afternoons close in, my mood gray,
I drift to memories of hot summer sun and a mild ocean breeze.
But then I remember that I’ve promised myself to live in the present now,
Giving up that unprofitable habit of keeping the past alive and well.
So, I turn to the winter season, my attention, not on the brown death of greenery,
But the great cycle of sleeping trees needing their rest to produce new growth.
When I stroll in a nearby forest, I close my eyes, listen to the grand population
Of birds calling their mates to nest, to settle in for the cold weather.
Then my eyes catch the silent drift of a solitary leaf falling earthwards,
Adding humus to the ground, enriching the soil for the next generation.
And take a deep breath, letting go of how I wish a gentler time was upon us,
Then take a few more steps, renewed by the wonder of Nature giving all life repose.
I can sometimes drop my chattering mind, notice how I resist the glory of Life unfolding,
Settle into my next breath, bowing my head in gratitude for this most wondrous now.
My mood brightens, I smile, dance a few beats and jolly well continue on home.
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