Riches
I start my days bathed in gold
However fleeting that may be
A blanket so precious before me unfolds
As yellow maple leaves rain down on me
On my way to work I am enveloped in silk so fine
Produced by the most talented of creatures
That use my fences to attach their lines
For handiworks that challenge the skills of weavers
Then I luxuriate in the finest of furs
Draped across my shoulders
Warm with life and beating hearts
My herd’s coats thicken as the days grow colder
While I work I am serenaded by the sweetest choir
Tiny sopranos spreading their song and voices
From the tree tops and across my tiny shire
I stop and listen for a moment as the land rejoices
For lunch I dine on cuisine prepared with the finest food
From farm to table within a few steps
A simple stroll from garden to coop
Is all I need for a meal so fresh
During my break I have not one but three masseuse so personal
Thinking they know when attention is required
Their gift of affection can be almost unmerciful
With soft murmurings they knead away my tired
My daylight hours are filled with all these riches
But the gifts continue to be bestowed
As the night time falls and bewitches
Me with even more of nature’s overflow
I recline beneath the blue autumn sky
As the setting sun turns it pink
I can’t help but admire the frescoes passing by
Like Michelangelo’s paintings at the Chapel Sistine
The setting sun tells me it’s time for more
to get finished before darkness falls
I head back to the barn for evening chores
Escorted by bats and their silent calls
I am entertained by these winged acrobats
As they swoop and dive with the greatest of ease
I try to listen to them chitter and chat
As they thrill on their wireless flying trapeze
Before I know it the curtain falls
And a spotlight illuminates my earthly floor
I stand alone in a vast hallowed hall
Dripping in silver and diamonds galore
I cannot help but think myself blessed
To live a life so full of abundance
I have everything I need to address
All my senses without anything being redundant
From the woodland and its kaleidoscope of colors
To the whistling wind through wings of migrating ducks
And all the textures and smells I seem to discover
While exploring forests, fields, and even muck
Autumn passes as quickly as it commences
From the first turning leaf to the last one that falls
I savor every single one of the perfect moments
Before the arrival of winter’s icy squalls
So enjoy the riches that you are provided
Never take for granted a single one
For one day you may be chided
By yourself for wasting days foregone
"That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest."
-Henry David Thoreau
