Desperate longing, clinging
Holding to an idea
Feeling a moment
With all senses
Heart beating in parallel
With a younger heart
Stomach turning inside out
At something remembered
Smells and tastes alight the mind
As sounds and visions scurry back
Filling the eyes and ears
With moments
Long gone
A funny thing is truth
When one’s own mind can lie
The sky’s dappled blue
With grey clouds the sun peeks through
As the day brightens
Snow in April,
Snow in May!
Snow to take your breath away!
Bringing chill to your spring day!
What must we be treated this way?
Pages that pull you in
Pages that smell new
Pages that vibrate with life
They are joy
Why is it when it rains, the sky
Feels as if it embraces?
Why is it when the sun goes down
We see such heav’nly faces?
Why is it that the beauty lies
In shadows under trees?
Where dappled light and whistling air
Dance light amid the breeze?
For all is neither light nor dark
All exists in between
And life’s true wonder hides amidst
That which is oft unseen
Though we are bound by space
In this life
That space between is never far
But
Nor can it ever be crossed
Not quite
My thoughts spin again
My head swirls and battles rage
I long for slowness
All beauty of the earth resounds
In songs both wild and free
But learn we must: though it abounds,
Its bounty’s not for me
The trees do whistle, bend, and creak
The birds cry loud and high
And though to hear them we may seek
They’re not for you and I
The earth is its own
And we but a part
Earth, plants, and water
They are more than building blocks
They give life itself
A Poem A Day 