i wander
the road inside
my mind
near fields
once brazen
with life.
daylight fades
and grey
mist hovers
in the sky,
whispers secrets
softly
to the swelling
shadows.
Tag: contemplation
practice
presence, awareness,
awake now and breathe.
inhale. exhale. burdens
give way to small birds
sounding transformation
from nights into dawn.
all is silent in between.
winter offering
the first frozen
day and my whole
world is swallowed
in snow. quiet air
chills my bones
as i draw each breath.
exhale.
every grey puff
is winter’s sacred
meditation chime,
an invocation
of gratitude as time
fades quickly away.
Special thanks to Jamie Dedes for her Wednesday Writing Prompt. She graciously included winter offering along with the responses from other poets today on her blog, The Poet By Day. If you don’t already follow her, I recommend it.
sight
sometimes i see him
even though they say
he is invisible i see
him in the waiting
in the long desperate times
of darkness when things
unseen are so close
that i cannot touch them
unless i step away
Contemplation
I return more for the place
than the lessons spoken there.
The silence after the words,
the breath taken and released.
The reminder of beginnings
and ends, the spaces we take,
the lives we shape. The words
are pointers, signposts, maps.
The living is in between.
No Words
I try talking to you
with spoken words.
Silence.
I stare into the past
waiting for a sign.
Nothing.
I sit in stillness
timing my breath.
Exhale.
I exchange burdens
in return for life.
Awaiting the Images 