The Call Of September

 
This mornin' i woke up nicely shaped, the Fall once more still faithful to its mist.
to its chilling mornings,its mystic face, full of unpredictable tomorrows..but  
they harbinger good vibes,shining and sparkling in the dew drops  
that adorn the budding grass of September..
 
Cheerful vibes vibrate in the air, with sun rays effortlessly seep thru' the mist
and fall mild and damp on the tender ground..
 
Gently walking upward, the winds talking, whispering, inspiring a cool theme
on my mind; a pastoral diction in my heart, where the hills follow my curved sight
and the rocks echo my steps uphill;,things speak of simple things, great joys,
grasshoppers and mantis, a lizard escaping my view,  
into his hole, and the far stretching meadows, and fields, sink mystically  
in a deep adoration of the Supreme.....
 
The paper ticked in my arm, no time to read, or to play crosswords,
but only to fill the senses and the emotional stock, and get new sap into my veins,..
live a little while far from the madding crowd, gathering, gleaning god's poetic seeds,
scratching on the surface of conscience a little word for further inspiration.