the nature of things

i suppose i wish,
greater tales to tell,
than that of which,
is the nature of things.

i woke before the sun,
hoping to catch her show,
i waited and waited for sunrise,
indulging in baileys + coffee or two or three.

but as darkness turned slow,
muting its triyanny into light,
i realized the humble lesson,
you cannot control the nature of things.

today the snow wanted to drift,
clouds wanted to illuminate,
so along for the ride,
i allowed myself to release the grip.

to observe the simplicity,
of the nature of things,
is the more you cling,
the more you resist.

merry christmas dear friends, 
may this day have provided you a day of deep rest or lively play.