Where does the bird hold up the sky?
Where time tells wisdom to the sun.
Where mystic songs strike off the clouds---
With obscure varied cryptic sounds.
Here a winged celestial voice sings.
The watchers' vigil there begins.
While echoed color and feathered mysteries found.
With a wisp they disappear.
The watcher is the volunteer.
A challenge fair remains the game,
forever novice made again.
Within this temporal realm of glory.
Below the sky held high and bright.
This novel fate befalls each flight.

P. Suess

I must face the fear
and coming sorrow
and with the loss, embrace
and endure this journey
into fate's tumult braced.

Yet I fear
and still I fear
too soon this coming sorrow
too soon to dance alone
with shadows of those
no longer there.

P. Suess

Donning autumn's royal colored cloak
and crown bedight---
Adorned with fallen glowing leaves
as titian hair and flaxen husks
wove with wheats englodened sheaves.

Softened ochred gourds
anchor draggled rooted vines
beneath the wind strewn hay.
The shifting sun of shortened days,
The fading light and mist and shades of grey---
Embrace the seasoned autumn,
spiced with wisdom's sage.

P. Suess

One warm summer evening, early,
Resting in the cosmos weary
To kip upon a pillowed disk
Within corollas white and blue
Enfolded in one satin petal
Clutching to its gold dust revenue

A bee, black and yellow, sleeping,
Swaying on cosmo's slender stem
Dreaming, gliding with wings abuzz
Dreaming of its flowers tended
Dreaming of many more to come
Dreaming of its royal ambered home
Now so far far away

P. Suess

Fast dawn the days
begin anew eternally.
Toil left in lieu of morrow's light
remain in weighty gravity.

Urged on by our days' brief light
and rainbows' brevity.

Once I said I love you, when once was weedy wild.
Simple things were clear then, once I was a child.
Once I said I love you, when fair my heart was true.
Trusting, fine a virtue, then love called me unto you.
Once I said I love you, when free without a care.

My heart now put out to you, then was my love exposed
Once I said I love you, when met with mute repose
My heart bestead, your truth bewrayed, bereft myself betrayed
Once I said I love you—then what, do you suppose?