Thursday, February 09, 2023

Thursday Poem - Don't wait for something beautiful to find you.

Go out into the weather-beaten world
where straw men lean on frozen fields
and find the cardinal's scarlet flash of wing,
a winter heart, a feathered hope.

Without a camera or a memory,
we travel these old country roads,
turn corners like the pages of a book,
enchanted by the ordinary life

of fields and rocks and woods,
of small wild creatures stirring in the brush.
We take home pockets full of myths
and wonders seldom seen.

We will not give up easily.
Across the breakfast table
in our precarious nest,
we make those promises keep on going

that no one ever keeps. And yet...
there is the cardinal again,
a finial on our old gray fence.
Red is for Valentines.

Dolores Stewart (Riccio)

This morning's poem is reprinted from the late Dolores Stewart Riccio's exquisite volume of poetry, The Nature of Things, and it is a perfect description of the many happy years of rural ramblings I enjoyed with my departed soulmate. We both loved country roads, and we could never resist turning our wheels toward one we had just discovered. I love you, Irv, from the bottom of my heart, now and always.


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Karen Hall said...

So beautiful, and much love to you