“As the season’s Change”
I paddled my boat today
Until my heart felt it would burst
Until my arms trembled like a newborn
Until my temples pounded in disapproval
I paddled my boat today
Until my body demanded that I stop.
I sat on a rock today and looked……
At deep blues and pale grays
That rippled across the water
Reflected back at me and
Streaming from the sky
I strolled along the bank today and heard……
The constant static
Of water slipping over rocks
Blended with
The chirps and whispers
As nature conversed
I relaxed on an island today and felt…..
The sharp sting of an
Early fall wind as it
Battled the persistent haze
From the summer’s memories
I looked up today and breathed…..
In the scent of change
As it drifted by
Its passage marked
Only by white
Fluffy seed pods
Sentinels
Heralding in
The new season
4 Comments:
"...and felt..The sharp sting of an
Early fall wind as it
Battled the persistent haze
From the summer’s memories."
God I miss autumn in Rock Hill. There really isn't a change of season, so to speak, this far south- the fall leaves are still on the trees in December.
I wish we were closer to paddle the Catawba together. Rivers and nature are God's sanctuary, in fact- they are all that Spirit is and everywhere one looks, one sees God.
Thanks for this beautiful reminder of autumn and for your thoughts on the turning of the season.
U totally took me there, James...like Tom i wish to be paddling with u...very soon before it gets too cold. Love this one!
Cat
COOL one..! thanks!
laaa
Buford,
You're great! I have to say that I'm very impressed with this poem. For as long as it took me to read it, I forgot that I was sitting at my desk at work. I was looking and breathing and paddling with you. Thanks for the vacation.
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