As I Get Older... Poem by DM W

As I get older, I sense a deeper beauty
In each passing season that emboldens my dreams.
I see fragile, fleeting mysteries around me:
In the veins of leaves; the coloured pebbles of streams;
In the pure sunlight that intermittently pours
Through my window on a summery afternoon.
These things seem to open up consciousness's doors.
Yet rare moments of beauty fade away too soon.
Although I cannot grasp Nature's vital essence,
I moved immeasurably by her flowing gifts.
Sometimes, I perceive a spiritual presence
That transcends Modernity's implacable rifts.
As I get older, I sense the deeper beauty,
Of each passing season that emboldens my dreams.