As the sun still blazes through the shades pulled low, I found this older poem recalling the sentiment of another season…
—
I saw you,
One morning,
Blanketed in white-
A speckled canvas of virgin purity,
All color lost out
To a simpler shade of simplicity.
No more that magnificent mass
Of contrast and contradiction,
Just quiet and gentle
Unencumbered distinction.
Distant laughter
Sailed on a breeze
That swirled around trees
Caught motionless in time,
With branches bare but for snow
Reaching down to Mother Earth,
So proud to be born from Her roots.
I saw you like this,
One ordinary morning,
Alone,
As tears formed icicles on my face,
While snowflakes fell from your skies
Hiding your valleys and hills
And I watched my feet disappear
‘Neath the snow white earth.
I saw you,
Like this,
That morning,
And that longed-for smile
Returned.
For all has its season that crawls to an end
But the most hopeful in heart can rise again.
—
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Jane Dougherty
“All has its season that crawls to an end”
Lovely phrasing, and such a melancholy poem.
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Jane, an gentle oldie I found and fondled with a little
Jane Dougherty
It’s a lovely one.
memadtwo
The lace of the trees, “caught motionless in time”. It’s a magic stillness. (K)
deuxiemepeau
😊🤗
the dune mouse (CybeleMoon)
a painting of words- plus the image!
deuxiemepeau
Thank you very much