sanctuary

 
wanderlust has taken hold of me
September's winds have blown in
carrying my soul away

vibrant feelings burst from me
red and passionate
burnt umber enamored with the earth
orange adds a dash of dreaminess within my soul

I call to the North
I call to the East
I call to the West
I call to the South

hear me oh winds of change
bless the coming harvest
let seeds planted in hope bring truth

oh ye poets blessing the heart of the Gods
sing poetic songs of peace
sensitive souls keeper of dreams
quietly listening to the universe
bursting with ideas and visions

like the mighty oak our sanctuary stands