I like to window shop
the length of my days,
to tarry in the moments
of crimson skylines,
rising blooms,
and the stirring scent
of forest silence,
for as long as I have
the gift to reflect,
I am rarely dismayed.
It matters not,
if coldness sets in,
nor if the stretch
of skylight
is hid beneath
graying shrouds,
I have not forgotten…
Even in the busy stir
of life in the city,
I still hear the birdsong
held within the forest
and in a moment’s rest,
I seek it out here,
in the song
of swooping blue jay,
cooing dove,
and woodpeckers perched
high up in the trees.
Their song
is reminiscent
of my own soul’s
longing to sing.
In winter, now,
I watch the horizon
slowly pale,
I see the outstretched,
naked limbs of trees
scratch across a naked sky,
praying for sun
and I feel
the absence of color,
the browning out
of pasture, field, and valley,
the withered leaves
of yesterday
beyond restoration.
I know
this is the cycle of things
the fleshing out nature’s breath
and even in these hindered moments,
beauty speaks.
It may require an open heart
and eyes to see
and perhaps some faith
in the recurring crawl
toward momentous birth
to have
to lose
and then reclaim.
© Sumyanna 2017
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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A very powerful poem, Sumyanna.
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Thank you so very much Robbie. Have missed you.
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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You too dear lady! I hope you had a wonderful time. Fortunately, the weather has been pretty nice here lately. It’s much easier to relax when you aren’t cooped up inside 🙂
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For us we are barely into our longest and best time of year. It’s so glorious to be out in the sun in the middle of the day and not be frying. As a matter of fact if it’s been overcast for a few days and then the sun is back it feels downright therapeutic to stand in the sun. I’ve been homesick to a degree, but now is not the time to head north. I’m determined to do that this summer though.
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I know that has to be nice! Even when it is winter here, fortunately the sun will still shine some days. I seriously sit in front of the winter and try to soak it all in. For our location, it is nicest (in my opinion) in Spring and Fall. It’s much cooler and allows us to enjoy the outdoors more. Fortunately, we don’t get a lot of snow here… but it tends to linger everywhere as slush.
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Always good to see your words… have a good Thanksgiving!
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Thank you so very much Leigh. Means the world to me 🙂 Have missed you much and I am so glad I am back.
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You are most welcome.
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Reblogged this on Covert Novelist and commented:
Beautifully said.
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Thank you so very much for saying so… and for sharing, dear Phyllis.
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Your a delight and I’ve missed you
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🙂
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you very much!
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Your welcome
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Profound words. 🙂
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Thank you!
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loved this, especially “for as long as I have
the gift to reflect,
I am rarely dismayed.” a good thought for our times. merci!
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So very true. It is not easy… but I find that thought extremely helpful, especially in these times.
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