The warmth of a winter sun
Greeted my upturned face
When I stepped outside
Today, and I felt cleansed
By that unexpected heat,
Troubles melting away
Like the snow that now
Wept into the earth at my
Feet, to rise again in misty
Tendrils like hazy afterthoughts
Of less important things.
I closed my eyes and smiled
As I breathed in that warmth
Even though I knew how
Temperamental February
Could be in its indecisive
Transitions, because I could
Recognize that commonality
Within myself, and gave thanks
For being able to learn from such
Things, and this fleeting peace of mind
That shone like the flaming jewel above.
END
“Common Transitions”
So what ever you read is straight from the heart no "educated" version!!
I always enjoy your work!!
Love Tinka
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Thanks for sharing......
excellent poem!
And I agree with Eileen; I think you were born to write.
This doesn't seem forced; it flows naturally and beautifully. I agree, you've a talent for writing. Keep at it, every day, even if you don't feel like writing or don't like what you've penned. Go back to it later and revise it if you have to. Or keep it as it--as an author, it's your perogative! LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
etw
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
i have a friend here, michelle kidwell, who is learning disabled and has dyslexia, but i think she is terrific! check out her port; i think you will be as blessed as i have! :)