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But for a few moments

February 27, 2013 By Eric Douglas

In my life I think I’ve written a total of four poems (not counting school assignments) and there is a reason for it. But, sometimes it is fun to just throw things out there.

The following was inspired by a little time taking a break from my desk, today.
 

But for a few moments

All is still, save the wind in the trees

The bite of winter signals more to come

Winter is still upon us

But for a few moments, everything is holding its breath.

 

Thoughts of sea in winter

Facing into the wind, making way

A leaden sky overhead; the illusion of movement

But for a few moments, transported elsewhere.

 

Gusts twist and turn, swirling

Strips everything bare. No veneer, no pretense

Left too long, nothing would be left

But for a few moments, it feels clean.

 

A single ray of sunlight breaks; no warmth but hope

The dull buzz of civilization stays in the distance

Tiny birds know it’s time to forage before seeking shelter

But for a few moments everything is simple.

 

Tree tops dance in the wind

The tiniest buds already showing

Fingers stiff and unbending; nose cold

But for a few moments refreshed, feeling more alive.

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