This piece is written in the Nocturne 143 form recently developed by EW Richardson. I have doubled it and inverted the second Nocturne. It is one of the last pieces put into the winter section of the 'I Hear a Sparrow' collection.
Simplicity
As winter closes its sleepy eyes
In its soul a simplicity of song remains
Melodies drift upon softer wind
And morning chill becomes a sigh
In time, stirring the embers of spring
One leaf, left behind seasons ago, whispers
Past, a brittle memory bidding farewell
To a soul that shared its companionship
And that soul too, slowly slipping away,
Breathes deeply, a spirit captured within
Destiny's script, nearing its final page
With quiet reflection, lingering thoughts
Exhale, dusting time with heavy-lidded
Acceptance and in sweetest harmony
The song of simplicity plays on
Mura,as we in the north strugle to look for a ned to this seemingly endless icescape,clutching us in pre spring....and i come acoss this reminder of hope,like a smoothing reminderof all things must pass,a beauty writen here,
stan
Myrna,
Once again you treat us and we are joyed, these wonderful lines - Gene chooses my favourites, too, - are so expressive and simply beautiful.
John
This is deeply poignant and as lovely as an expectant spring. Your defining simplicity must apply to previous winter events in view of recent winter storms. Enjoyed each line... making me misty-eyed anda life in the past. Tanks. - Love from - Blill
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Edwin
Once again you treat us and we are joyed, these wonderful lines - Gene chooses my favourites, too, - are so expressive and simply beautiful.
John
Fee
love and peace, Carole~
Love,
Marcia
One leaf, left behind seasons ago, whispers
Past, a brittle memory bidding farewell
To a soul that shared its companionship
Thank you. -gene.
Cheers, and SPP was great!
Dan
This is deeply poignant and as lovely as an expectant spring. Your defining simplicity must apply to previous winter events in view of recent winter storms. Enjoyed each line... making me misty-eyed anda life in the past. Tanks. - Love from - Blill