Gifts From Above
Hypnotic winds off summer waves,
Cool the tar paved roads.
Unforgiving sun enslaves our day,
Until the moon escapes.
Beautiful leaves from autumn trees,
Brings one thing left in mind.
When picking out a color scheme,
God was more than kind.
Darkness hath a way with snow,
Spritzing it with light.
Crunching down our feet touch ground,
Amidst the silent night.
Raindrops fall a hopeful song,
Shedding new from old.
Sacred light illuminates,
God sprinkles rays of gold.
I have been a Westlake resident, since 1977, when my family moved to Westlake from Lakewood.