infinity

again perfection of the autumn light
the blue that watches like a divine eye
endless modestly cloud-fringed sky
the turning of the planet ends the night
shards of sunshine reflected bright
give coming winter's power the lie
declare that spring is coming by and by
providing visions that cheer and delight
the quiet of a sunday morning gives
a moment for my tired face to smile
duty will come but now i stop to look
at scenes which tell me that hope lives
that cold and fear are held off a while
and not all truth is hidden in a book