Almost Spring
I heard tomorrow and felt today.
—William Staff
Willows breathe
the slow release of winter
quietly speaking to each other.
Time, stillness,
movement high—
soundless.
Today tastes ever-smooth
as restless birds glide
taming waves of wind.
Tomorrow is coming…
or is already around.
For Later—For Later
old friends—before and after comings–partings words leave as if nothing has happened most of my life ago calm, flowing, feeding and feeling with some grace in the changes towards these I move and falter bending much—yielding less a surprise in knowing that yes, elsewhere is waiting echoing the days far away sometimes I look up with questions into this tall world with anchors tethered to the next
It’s Time
“…who, in their eagerness to embrace spring, have mistaken hope for a promise—Pat Janus The old pond restores again and geese vee in return. Just now, as a promising breeze lifts, the naked woods begin to green. And, I too go on as twilight lengthens lit and listening.
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Thank you, Judy, for sharing these with us. There is an undercurrent of peaceful acceptance of the way nature works throughout all of these poems. I like how you say so much in just a few, well-penned lines that leave the reader thoughtful and pondering our own lives and places in the world. 🙂
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