Thursday, February 02, 2017

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.



Tabor said...

Sigh. A place of peace in this troubled world.

Lindsay said...


Mystic Meandering said...

Nice! Especially like that last stanza :)

My Journey To Mindfulness said...

Nothing else desired...

terri st. cloud said...

every time i stop and look at your photos, they just take
my breath away. every single time. and your writing soothes
my soul. it's about darn time i stopped by to check in on you.
thank you for what you just gave me....

sitting at my desk so far away from you, i felt like i was right
there with you this morning. i needed that!