Second Nature

All the laws of nature will bend and adapt themselves to the least motion of man. - Thoreau

as a chartered flock of honking geese fly in a perfect, inverted, 'v' formation

bound for an undeniably, warmer destination

a thin veil of early winter's bracing snow rests upon truth's terra firma

smoke from a soul's chimney curls upward in a question mark

threadbare trees stand at attention in winter's shivering economy

summer's bow and autumn's colored wrapping paper a distant memory

creation's faithfulness yet reassuring in seasonal, yellowed pages of deuteronomy

free will trudges on in ardent autonomy

behind dark glasses, heaven floats in far-off, eternal, reclusion

oblivious to man's laws of science and cataract, clouded astronomy

Author's Note

"I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows. I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or, as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good." - Thoreau