A Moment of Peace

A Love Poem to an Autumn Day

October Goldenrod — By Beth Bruno © 2019

Oh, most glorious of days,
sky a robin’s egg,
clouds packed up,
moved off east
seeking sandy beaches and
curling waters,

Leaving us to the glory
that is October-
autumn’s darling,
post-card days of
whispery breezes and
golden light.

A languid buzzard rides
thermal winds-
black wings,
azure firmament-
no hurry,
no worry.

Lying in my chair
dozing in a patch of
light and shadow,
warmth and coolness,
I, too, soar

to a place where no one suffers
where there are no more wars
where peace prevails.

I awaken to discover
it’s true,
right here,
right now,
in my chair
on this most glorious of days.