Some Little Thoughts

Like the mythical behemoths of old,
Stand bold the Jura Mountains,
Surrounding a cluster of Alps.
Pointing to the sky, their darkened heads held high,
One cannot help but marvel at such grandeur
Of this majestic scene, viewed from the valley below.
And lo! Past times recall
Rime-covered grassland: Green turned to white.
What a sight!
Winters’ wonderland:
This is the Swiss hinterland.
 
A chestnut mare ambles through a well-trodden pass,
Slowly past bends, it wends its way.
A farmer sits astride his faithful horse,
Musing, perforce, life, and nature, at play.
Benignity is all he wants to know,
Where dignity is the key to living,
Where giving is preferable to taking,
Where love is never forsaking
In this land where seasons change,
Where love abounds
To the winds’ ever-swirling sounds.
 
Snowdrifts fall on the valley’s floor,
Covering the hoar frost of the day before and,
For this day, ‘tis time to sit and rest;
Time to watch logs on a warming fire;
Time to think of days of yore;
To recall Nature’s lore;
Recall small children, happy at play;
Their beauty everlasting; and,
The bittersweetness of love.
For life is love, ever-calling:
Always enchanting; always enthralling.