A wave strikes when I am not looking
I miss gazing into your eyes
The water washes over my body then slips away
Summer heat hits when I am not looking
I am exhausted; I lost myself in us
An early spring; the rose blooms too soon
A storm moves in when I am not looking
Frozen in my steps, the storm is upon me
The thunder roared with staggering sound
Rain falls when I am not looking
I am drenched; in what I know I can feel
The rain pounds; the hard ground breaks away
Cool night air surrounds me when I am not looking
I am at peace; I embrace my aloneness
The early bird rises with a song of rejuvenation
Autumn breeze arrives and I am looking
I let it all go; fate becomes my friend
Beyond words – the changing of the leaves.
Jackie Blair McSween
