Winters breath across
the near frozen lake
and the sandy beach frosted.
Plump robins swoon from
branch to treetop.
Last years leaves
slowly drying and the air
filled a sharp musty.
Drawn into the space
away from concrete and glass.
Quiet, personal reflection
amplifies, becomes front and center.
Chatter, chaos, the fray
put on-hold
(it never dissipates)
lengthening distance the more
immersed within boundaries.
Skyward trees catch the setting
sun and throw back purple and orange blurs.
What we take with us
is our choice, no matter
the after thoughts.
Return to the surface
briefly
its still there, it waits.
Something is building,
something larger than the role
I play, beyond this existence
it pervades everything
here, each fiber connecting
and vibrating, speaking in simple
words and light –
or not at all – it only
matters what we see and hear.
11 responses to “Poem – Peace in the City”
One of those amazing “Moments” when all else is suspended and we actually see and hear life, the world and our position in it! Thanks for sharing . xx
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. These moments are too few, and too much time passes between them, so soak them in when they happen.
Yes sometimes just to hear a bird singing in the city is a joy! 😉
Exactly, just as simple as hearing a robin song in the morning, or watching squirrels hanging from thin branches, trying to reach berries.
Yes that is fun have you noticed that they never fall!!
Good point, I have never seen a squirrel fall out of a tree. What an odd visual I now have!
hehehehehe!
The place to be.
If not in person, at least in my mind, to get a way for a bit!
Exactly. And I know it. And appreciate it! 🙂
Thank you for visiting Pete! Hope the words are flowing.