Thursday, December 27, 2012

Thursday Poem - At Sunrise

at sunrise on winter days
our trail is through newly fallen white,
and every footfall a waxing moon

muffled footsteps rising
through snow-drowned spruces,
hearts beating along in time

goldenrod and milkweed,
great spruces weighted under snow,
all nod in early greeting

ghost choirs of summer grosbeaks
sing above our heads, icicles forming
along rooflines as we pass by

winter rounds the village out,
smoothing the contours of house and street,
spinning deserts out of snow

in this morning softness, I know myself
at last — perfect, still and so complete
nothing abandoned or left behind



Melanie said...

My son Zack wishes to print this and put it on his wall. Is this okay to do? Thnks.

Mystic Meandering said...

Love the last stanza...

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

The last words
so meaningful to me
Thank you
Dear Cate...