Looking out at the winter landscape
greys and deep greens
poetry lives here, in this place
whispered through the trees.
A vision of lush, yellow lemons
cool raindrops...dangling,
a bluebird's screech and
an explosion of crisp, white flowers.
Our hot foreheads have been kissed
by the rain....
Tomorrow a vision of blue sky,
the birth of verdant hills,
mountains dusted by snow
and air clean enough to devour...
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This poem originally appeared on Motherscribe in the winter of 2008. It was recently included in a poetry anthology that is sponsored by our local library.
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Beautiful. Congrats--it's nice to have your work recognized.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! It sounds like there are some exciting things going on in your writing life lately.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful reflection.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing it.
- Julia at Midwest Moms
Beautiful poem, beautiful language.
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That's exciting. Good for you! I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on having your work published, (we/I) hope this is only the first of many more publishing adventures to come!
ReplyDeleteCongrats J, I am so thrilled for you friend. That was so incredibly lovely.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely. And congratulations on being included in the anthology. It is MOST well-deserved!
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