Irenic Wanderings

Their taperings form like a snow-white tent Mountain peaks of Kanchenjunga they were Down into the valleys they descent I see the sinking moon, the fading stars And the rising sun Carrying lights of gold in ton Slow and steady Milds of yellows and pink get ready They encrust the blue skies Forming a paradise Blessed with the very first rays of divine In glee, the mountain peaks shine With a happy heart, they dance In the golden disco lights  The sunlight sparkles And greets the dawn It blesses the mountains and the snow-covered lawn ~Avani Irenic

 The sun shines down On the pink petals of the tree's crown A long array of cherry blossoms marching in the daylight Dressed in all shades of whites and pinks They offer my soul with tranquility And as I pass from where I stood,  The showering petals soon remind me of fragility Such too is life, so overwhelmingly beautiful and transient. ~Avani Irenic

 Life starts all over again When it gets crisp in the fall Each leaf that now will fall; would carry a piece of the tree tall The greens would now be dressed in yellows As the show of fall follows Everything changes; Yet nothing changes the epistemology of change Seasons may come and go But change flourishes on the throne. ~Avani Irenic