Imperfect Clarity

Was there a moment, defining,
A blip of sightless acuity,
Unexpected whisper of reality,
A climactic gasp of 'knowing'?

Or was it like a memory, always there,
Without announced celebration..
No sudden realization
Of what made her different?

Ahh, difference! In another's eyes
She would never be the same..
'Blind, you say? Such a shame!'
So much of her they could not see.

Still she did not truly understand
The significance of such pity,
For in her imperfect clarity
She knew it did not matter.

They labeled her... their words defining
Differences of unimportance, not knowing
Her acceptance of self had always been there
And that lack of sight is not what made her different.
Her vision reached beyond the eyes...
And there was so much she had yet to see.
No moment had bade her understand..
She had always known that labels did not matter.

                  Sweet Autumn

Take me away, sweet autumn!
Carry my thoughts upon the whisper
Of changing winds... or sing to me,
Your dulcet chords of acceptance
Fading into the melody of time's passage.
Weep with me if you must.. seasons' memories
Coursing down cheeks of tomorrow
Where forgotten springs will dry our tears.
Or simply sit in companionship... ah yes...
Come read with me some poetry!
Scatter rhyme upon the grounds of summer,
Lay a vibrant blanket of crumpled moments
Before winter's calling... let us sip
Of contentment's wine and pass time together...

O sweet autumn, take me away!