How do we catch a day of brilliant sunshine
And hold it close, preserved for later days.
How do we catch a gentle glowing moombeam
To wrap around a special time, to say
This is an hour we will spend in quiet
Waiting for stars to peak out through the sky.
How do you hold a yellow turning maple
When leaves release and cast themselves afar.
There is a reverence stirring deep within us,
Calling the self to enter now this hour,
Catching a fragile glimpse of nature’s beauty,
Swelling this moment, blooming like a flower.
Hear now a toneless buzzing in the garden,
Hold still, to let a honey bee pass by,
Listen to locust’s lovely night time opus,
Awed by the charm of evening’s sweet embrace.
(revised February 2002, original October 1999)