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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 2004-01-21 08:13 PM

Winter 1869 – From the Soddy

There are not so many trees around,
none like I remember
from back east, but here      is one,
by the river, calling to me,
with limbs outstretched, beseeching me
feel my voice, still,
letting me know of its need to rest,
this long winter.

I left the soddy’s warmth behind,
for I heard Wind a’calling,
not hidden by song of redbird
or chickadee, nor raven, or hawk,
but only sounds of lone brother owl,
waiting, in the offing, for footsteps
in the snow.

And there, the tree, with winter’s coat so cold.

Draw me, it decreed, color my soul
with life of winter
so I sketched, bare-fingered in
chilling cold, but what good are lines of
black and white, for who will know
this tree still breathes?

The river is iced, and quiet.  No sound of breaking,
yet.

I listen for the voices.

They come in tentative break of shadow, speaking,

Hidden below are magnificent leaves of summer,
nude are these branches of hope,
and where might growth of promise
be found in the stark belie?

Here.

For on these limbs
is promise in this blanket of white,
for it will melt, then meld
to seep within, so that warm greens
which are hidden in sleep,
will reach forth, once again.

See the buds?

Like my children, back there in the soddy,
where warmth of sleeping hearts
and glowing hearth
await.

Night darkens.

I am glad Wind spoke,
calling me here.

I see a brief, small, suddenly gone
break in clouds, where dark blue and one star appears.

I know I will survive Winter, now.

DavePage
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1 posted 2004-01-21 08:18 PM

Sunshine

Your words paint a picture of desire, expectation and probably if they are late, a few words

I love it

Dave

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2 posted 2004-01-21 08:24 PM

i could hear your heart's hopeful melody...beautiful .

Janet Marie
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3 posted 2004-01-22 08:15 AM

Draw me, it decreed, color my soul
with life of winter
so I sketched, bare-fingered in
chilling cold, but what good are lines of
black and white, for who will know
this tree still breathes?

The river is iced, and quiet. No sound of breaking,
yet.

I listen for the voices.

They come in tentative break of shadow, speaking,

Hidden below are magnificent leaves of summer,
nude are these branches of hope,
and where might growth of promise
be found in the stark belie?

Here.

For on these limbs
is promise in this blanket of white,
for it will melt, then meld
to seep within, so that warm greens
which are hidden in sleep,
will reach forth, once again.

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who knew the cold could feel so warm?
YOU did of course.

Thw wind is whispering lovely things in your ear dear poetess of the sun.

How foolish must man be, not to be impressed by mountains and trees
not to be brought to his knees by the beauty of the sky and sea

Cherokee Lore

Seymour Tabin
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4 posted 2004-01-22 08:24 AM

Sunshine
Only sunshine could know these things.
Lovely

Enchantress
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Canada eh.

5 posted 2004-01-22 09:01 AM

"Night darkens.

I am glad Wind spoke,
calling me here.

I see a brief, small, suddenly gone
break in clouds, where dark blue and one star appears.

I know I will survive Winter, now."

Yes...after reading this..I do believe I can survive winter too.
Hugs YOU!

In the midst of winter..
I found there lives within me,
an invincible summer.

Cpat Hair

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6 posted 2004-01-22 09:08 AM

nicely done.. very nicely done..

enjoyed this K

KristieSue

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7 posted 2004-01-22 09:25 AM

this is just absolutely beautiful...

"Painting is poetry which is seen and not heard, and poetry is a painting which is heard but not seen." ~Leonardo da Vinci

kayjay
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8 posted 2004-01-22 10:21 AM

My thoughts are awe
at what you saw.
and what you sight
in winter's plight.

It just doesn't get any better than this. KJ

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light

vandana

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9 posted 2004-01-22 10:23 AM

enjoyed it a lot

richard taylor
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10 posted 2004-01-22 10:54 AM

loved it.
take care richard.

Martie

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11 posted 2004-01-22 10:57 AM

Karilea...

"I am glad Wind spoke,
calling me here.

I see a brief, small, suddenly gone
break in clouds, where dark blue and one star appears.

I know I will survive Winter, now."

This echos in my own heart.

muted

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Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving

12 posted 2004-01-22 11:56 AM

my heart started pattering a little harder while reading this...

so very much enjoyed

passing shadows
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13 posted 2004-01-22 12:39 PM

only you could make that scene so beautiful, deep, and meaningful

Gentle Spirit
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14 posted 2004-01-22 12:58 PM

so well written Sunshiney lady
so much imagery you leave us with!

Dark Angel
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15 posted 2004-01-22 06:56 PM

The river is iced, and quiet. No sound of breaking,
yet.

this speaks volumes to me Karilea.

Wonderful writing as always

M

Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
(by Virginia Woolf)

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