Moods and Meanings

I await the hands of Fate
to shape and mold me through the years
I feel the strain of each subtle change
preparing for laughter or tears

I hear the bells in the chapel knell
across the hills of the country parish
and I stand nude for a change of mood
for death or a foundling marriage.

No emotion of mine is born of time
nor the acts occurring within it
for the spin I feel is of another wheel
which marks neither deeds nor minutes

I push the clouds across  Autumn skies
and sweep them away for June
I bring the snow that December knows
and the rain for Spring afternoons

I am the perfume in the sweet peas bloom
and the blackberry amid the briars
I am and I do, yes both are true
for I exist to feed Life’s fire

You cannot touch me for I have no form to see,
though you never doubt that I am here.
I am the difference between life and existence.
I am the joy, the pain, the challenge, and fear.