A supernova flies across the sky!
It pulls me from a melancholy time.
I wonder how a being such as I
Could miss a fascination so sublime!

The scent of lavender comes sweetly round
To ease a troubled mind before I sleep.
The night air, softly, gently blowing down,
Takes what must go, and tells what I must keep.

The wild blue yonder always points the way,
Unchanging Self with ever-changing view.
I, too, can change my thoughts in night or day,
And deep within I Am the Light of Truth.

It isn’t simply nature as it seems,
But beauty to enjoy and teach us things!

—
A Sonnet for Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #44