Seed and Reap
Pouring out of me.
Gurgling streams of gratitude,
gifts of appreciation from a world,
full of, but yet given without expectation.
Treated for the presence of the soul,
the reverb making me feel whole.
While viewing over the scapes of the city,
different perspectives a retrospective,
for the artist who lived and knew.
Hoppers light now seen from eagles flight,
seeing what he knew.
The reflections of decades,
cascading into repetitive seams,
fighting to mend, bring forth,
the quality life deems worthwhile to keep, seed and reap.