The setting  sun reflected hits my eyes

Beautifies the branches multiplied

While daisies bloom in January frost

Deception of the seasons  is a loss

Climate change has made the air too warm

Too soon misguided bees may start to swarm.

We live without a thought until we see

The deaths of summer flowers the bumblebee.

Yet the strange reflections in my eyes

Fill me with that ancient, wild surmise.

Although we long for comfort, stable times

We also long for change though in disguise

Enraged by boredom, tired before the night.

What is the way to gain some new insight?

I think it is  to find a slower way.

In between each breath a moment’s prayer

No need to fight a tiger on the lawn

Or kill the hippopotamus  forlorn

That moment of reflection was so brief

The sun shone  in my eyes, it was no thief.