Putting Into Rhyme

frosty fingers are surprising
as the morning Sun
slides above the trees while rising -
a new day has begun

doing once again the same things
I've done so many times
onto which my every day clings -
creating pretty rhymes

breathing in and out with wonder
knowing nothing lasts
like heartbeats' ringing silent thunder
while moving very fast

towards, when meditating,
somewhere I do not know
in a smoothly integrating
'going with the flow'

entertaining visions raining
I've been here before
I've been further, waxing waning
I've been through the door

I've been soaring, I've been more in
and out of time
I've been watching frost in morning,
putting it into rhyme...