Doubting in the midsummer of my days
Sun high in the sky and rough winds behind
Strength peaked, much learnt, all treasures to find.
Autumn's fruits ahead with Winter to laze;
Blue skies, light clouds, and diminishing haze.
Seasoned to feel what it is to be kind
Seasoned to know when not to be blind
Yet lost darkly and deeply in life's maze.
Eyes opening wide to all flowers around
- higher stems that bend and ceaseless entwine
- or shorter, much fresher, without busy strife.
Learning in limits not far from the ground
Knowing that weather won't always be fine
Pausing, so much more, at wonderful life.