ABUNDANCE

Staring out this window,
continuous wheels beneath my feet,
I see the wealth of this place,
Lined with ages of mahogany rooted in the earth.
A zephyr blowing through,
and shivering olive foliage,
catching droplets of gold,
raining from a bright yet subdued sky.
I see wide fields in expanding hues of lime.
And oh how it gleams at the edge of dusk,
as amber is splayed across this wonder.
I am caught up in endless visions of memories;
my childhood preserved in jonquil-yellow summer afternoons,
making whistles from folded blades of emerald grass.
Soul music and grown-ups playing spades,
in the twinkling cobalt of twilight.
At this moment I am realizing my own wealth,
and how all the colors of life are taken for granted.