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.
How my heart sings 
Hi, Katherine! I hope you had a nice start of the new year! Best wishes for successfull and healthy twelve months, joy included. The poem is beautiful and smells a bit like spring. But here winter quite started with a lot of snow. xx Michael