Poem - Patterns

I was inspired to write about patterns while listening to a sci-fi ship novel on CD. This seed of a thought became the poem “Patterns”.


Patterns

Look to the patterns that wind round the wheel.
Look to the designs bound by four laws.
The east is the start, place of life's birth.
The eagle flies there in the morn of life's turn.
The south is the youth, hot from summer's rays.
The bear walks the air, heart held in his hand.
The west has the wolf, wise in its age.
The sage is his way of cleansing the path.
The shadows of passing lay the north.
The leaves fall as life finds it's last breath.
Look to the pattern as the old is the new.
Look to the designs, cycles of the sun-wise.

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