Tree Wonders
January 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
I wonder about the tree outside my window
and how long it’s been alive
and marvel at the way it almost touches the sky
and I guess it does
people say I’m tall, but I’m nothing
compared to the tree’s majestic height
I wonder what it thinks of all of us below
how small and insignificant we are
scurrying back and forth
as aimless as ants
does it wonder why
we are not still
and I wonder about its roots
extending through the earth
in purposeful patterns
but making the tree
inherently still
unable to drift as the leaves do
that gently escape from it each fall
does the tree wish it too could drift
away from all it’s seen below
or does it pity those who will never know
the wonder of staring at a single sky
but still seeing the world
Joy’s Whisper
January 11, 2014 § Leave a comment
a happy spirit,
who feels the wind,
cold and gentle,
prickly,
who finds peace
in skin that shivers
and hair that dances
in circles and patterns,
who exalts in its trembling
whisper, moving
across the surface
of crowded cement
and lazy pools of water,
rejoices.
For the wind
makes life
change, and change
will not cease,
as long as a spirit lives and breathes
deeply and exhales silent waves
of joyful wind.
our lonely meadow
January 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
once upon a clouded night,
peace fell from the sky
and your dahlias,
quietly sighing with dew,
were its only witness.
the peace that was
crept away to abandoned corners
and showed its face
to those who listened,
singing to them in quiet tones.
the peace that was, lived calmly
among your slowly blossoming dahlias,
painted red with life
and surrounding us in simplicity,
though we were blind to its call.
the peace died calmly
as your flowers did
upon the birth of autumn
and its glow was not missed,
as though it never lived.
a wind once danced through fallowed fields
and brought us the song
that slowed time and made us shiver
and the quiet resurrection
felt like a shower of hope
that covered our faces
as those raindrops did, gently landing
in our lonely meadow.
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