Many a Morn off I go by Rebecca Moll

Many a morn off I go,
Seeking the sun,
Seeking the know.

I turn the corner and head uphill,
Feet to pavement,
Eyes fulfilled.

A glorious day,
Worthy to greet,
Fortune and blessings,
My heart does beat.

Yet, I yearn for more,
Of answers to score,
Why and how,
If and when,
Mysteries of life,
I do not ken.

Through the path that John hath made,
With nature's help,
And verdant shade,
I crest a view, worthy, too.

Familiar faces do I meet,
They turn my way and say,
"Come hither, come ho,
Enjoy the show -
Behold, the dawn of day."

Lazy daisy and Columbine
Apple blossom, little white pine.
Morning fog rolling low,
Pulling skies of blue in tow.

Rabbit tails, sliding snakes,
Plopping frogs, turtle wakes.
Songs of birds within the brush,
Scuttle, scuffle, rush-a-hush,
Cheery-chirp, cheery chirp, and off they go,
I wonder –
Do they know?

I glean their faces, heed their calls,
For answers large and small,
They smile and greet along the way,
As if to say, not today, not today,
And off with ye you go!

Honeysuckle overhead,
Bush o’ berries’ thorny bed,
Rain drops fall upon my wake,
Morning dew, shimmers, shakes.

Dirt road down,
Sleeping stones,
‘Neath those brethren arms,
Lives forgotten,
Bye and bye,
Bye and bye,
Oh, ancient cairns.

Right at the road - a mile to go,
No wiser,
no more I ken,
A wave to my good friend,
She would understand,
For why and how and when.

Still the pond,
Ripple the lake,
Soar the hawk,
On the take.
A kit, a foul, goslings three,
Too young to seek life's mysteries.

Sun breaks forth above the trees,
Fog disappears on the lee.
I wonder again,
At journeys near end,
Perhaps tomorrow?
Perhaps then?

Some seek the mountains,
Some the sky,
Some the rivers flowing by,
For me the answers must be below,
Where life begins and ends the show.

Yet I suspect the curtain drawn,
Veils a show for another's morn,
All creation large and small,
Ticketed, seated, in hallowed halls.

Up the driveway there I go,
The sun a full bull score,
My home, my hearth, my true love yore,
Forevermore, forevermore.

Adieu, adieu to you and you,
And you and you, and you,
Till tomorrow my good friends,
Till tomorrow, until then,
Till tomorrow, if and when.



R.Moll 6-26-21