The trees dance together
Christine March 9th, 2007
The air is cold on my face;
it is still winter on the mountain.
Hard as it is to say goodbye,
I must go.
Harder still it is to linger here
knowing well what I’ll be missing
perhaps already miss, as I stand gazing
unable to turn away.
At the horizon, the sun and clouds are mutual, orange
and intimate.
Today’s light is dimming and we must all follow it.
Spring waits below at home tomorrow.
When will I see you again sacred snow,
face of stone, high rock ridge,
white, deep valley?
My heart prays when I am near you.
You make me glad to breathe and walk.
I am grateful and more humble when I am here.
I am, more myself.
There are simple thoughts and sweet songs that come and go
as I watch the snow circling on the wind in the trees.
Slender pines brush together above me on the mountain.
Lodge pole tops embrace gently the branches of their partner -
slow, halting.
The trees dance together among the lace of snow
which wraps an airy, gossamer veil around the branches.
Waving, they merge and disappear in the mounting storm,
the coming dusk.
My heart prays when I am near you.
You make me glad to breathe and walk.
Copyright 2007 Quietpaths
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Thank you. This is beautiful, and took me home briefly.
Makes me want to start writing poetry again. Unfortunately, mine would never be as good as this. Thanks for posting it.
Makes me want to get up into the last lingering snows too, and reminds me of what is passing. I told Patrick the other day that this might be the first onset of spring that I have not been in a hurry for. Don’t get me wrong…. I love springtime! It is my favorite season, messy & unpredictable as it is! I love the tug of war, and knowing that no matter how hard these cold winds rattle the windows, and shake the trees, spring is on its way. However, as I age, I seem to be appreciating (& needing!) the deep quiet of winter more and more.
Your poem is simply lovely Christine, as are you!