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.
