Thoughts for the longest day of the year. Written in early spring, this is still potent I think...
Beyond the fear is anticipation-feel it? Something moving, inching forward. Stormy winds break dead branches and sweep away old leaves. The rising tide crashes against the rocks. That sliver of new moon that catches the earth in it's slipper is getting wider. And the days grow longer as we catch our breath and exhale. The earth turns and we follow her rhythm, needing less sleep tho still in the last throes of sluggishness. We are bears newly awakened, rubbing the crust from our clouded eyes, still shaking off that ghost of winter. Oxygen slowly infuses our blood as we breathe in possibility and shed our tired old skins.
"we breathe in possibility
and shed our tired old skins."
Fantastic poem Linda!! Of course, it's the opposite here in Oz... Yesterday was the shortest day of the year.
We're united in a individual experiences darling sister from afar! Thank you for sharing your heart.
Love & friendship Suzie xox :-D
"Stormy winds break dead branches" an exceptional insight into those forces that cleanse the planet, and our lives, of the old dross to prepare it for the new.
Excellent rendition of the subtle chhanging of the seasons you present here. I particularly liked the mystery you injected in the beginning. Well done.
Linda
This has a lovely relaxing feel to it, that stirs the imagination gently, and strengthens the resolve of the spirit !
" Where there is life....there is hope "...
Beautiful write of great sensitivity
Peter
This is a great re-awakening poem that does make one notice what is going on around us. Linda you have a natural ability to share the passion of living and life with us and I thank you for always sharing that passion. Again, wonderful lines.
It's definitely the time of year for me to shed some skin and I very much need to do so in anticipation of a better season. Great write I can so relate. Pierre.
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Regis
rejuvination and energy flow here
brilliant and poetic words Lin
applause
pax Anita
and this!!!
We are bears newly
awakened, rubbing the crust from our
clouded eyes, still shaking off that ghost of winter
pure honey!
and shed our tired old skins."
Fantastic poem Linda!! Of course, it's the opposite here in Oz... Yesterday was the shortest day of the year.
We're united in a individual experiences darling sister from afar! Thank you for sharing your heart.
Love & friendship Suzie xox :-D
Love Tinka
shed our old skins and dang if they ain't tired. lol
Really excellent write for the solstice.
"Stormy winds break dead branches" an exceptional insight into those forces that cleanse the planet, and our lives, of the old dross to prepare it for the new.
Bravo!
Richard
Strong, yes; dynamic imagery makes for powerful verse; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Vesna
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Susan
awakened, rubbing the crust from our
clouded eyes, still shaking off that ghost of winter.
Love those lines, Linda, and Happy Summer Solstice.
This has a lovely relaxing feel to it, that stirs the imagination gently, and strengthens the resolve of the spirit !
" Where there is life....there is hope "...
Beautiful write of great sensitivity
Peter
This is a great re-awakening poem that does make one notice what is going on around us. Linda you have a natural ability to share the passion of living and life with us and I thank you for always sharing that passion. Again, wonderful lines.
Fee