Seasons of Innocence

i am a wee toboggan climbing up and sliding down

in a multi-coloured universe of giggling toddler-clowns

i know the warmth of a soup bowl emptied and refilled

and a crackling fire to thaw little toes and fingers chilled

i am a tiny tune sung throughout the meadow

in a springtime dance of wildflowers weaving to and fro

i drift down the swollen stream interpreting the clouds

rays of happiness filter through; nirvana’s riches newly plowed

i am a small stone skipping through waves of green

in a sparkling organism pulsing sun and sand and sea

i float upon a raft built with driftwood beams

and doze within the softly lapping tide of summer dreams

i am a little rake gathering leaves of vibrant hue

into piles of autumnal finery to run and jump into

i have felt the bitter wind which numbs as leaves are tossed

into patches of scenic beauty to catch the season’s first frost

i am a little chestnut wrapped in hope and love and peace

a spinning helicopter seed flying to life’s abundant feast

every teeming moment brings possibility and wonder

to this undiscovered soul alive with the silence and the thunder

i know not the burdens each life must brave and bear

or the overwhelming anguish endured in heart’s despair

life is a patient canvas and a palette of infinite choice

awaiting my gentle brushstrokes, awaiting my true voice

~e