Traces in the Snow
I open my
umbrella still it snows night into day day into night
transforms
everything in winter no blooms or delicate pedals
tiny birds with dark
heads perched on bare branches yearning for spring
hop around search
for seeds leave dark prints on the white ground
when all seems
hopeless we are required to wait until....
the exact time not
designated
the sun returns to
warm our cold blue hearts still beating
negotiating the
river of life
a large uncut
tobacco leaf unfurled tied to a post
a brown
flag fluttering in the wind against the white ground
we do not give
up will not surrender slowly we take one step at a time
we also leave
traces in the snow
February 22, 2015
18 comments:
nothing happens till it's time...nice capture...
I like the last few lines with the flag fluttering in the wind and the one step at a time & leaving traces in the snow!
i've been yearning for spring and sun as well, but for now we must leave traces in the snow.
Waiting is on my mind these days, too, Annell. I love the imagery in this piece.
Yes, the seemingly never ending of this winter - but we will not surrender! - thank you for this hope filled poem - spring is right around the corner!
but the sun will return...that is a promise that will be kept....
we only must endure in perseverence...
I love those footprints.. it's good that there are always those.. and just maybe we can find those to follow.
powerful structure of words.
cheers.
It is in that waiting we learn so much...'we are required to wait until....the exact time not designated'....really enjoyed this.
Waiting, the hardest thing for me to do. Filling the time with traces, while my mind chases questions about what I might have forgotten to do. Like the way you fill the page with thoughts unfinished that leave spaces for the reader to find a few of her own.
Elizabeth
The birds are always so diligent when there is but one ray of sun. They never seem to give up do they? I welcomed their chirping today after some cold and cheerless days.
Beautiful writing ... and I sure get the impression there's a lot of snow in America at present! It seems to have become the overwhelming theme for most of the US poets I read. How you must all be longing for Spring!
the formatting reminds me of footsteps.
https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2015/02/22/before-i-was-called-back-home/
The traces we leave are testament to our waiting and moving on through hard times...beautiful word tapestry Annell..the tobacco leaf image is intriguing...i can't imagine and i can if that makes sense
Walk the path you make, others may follow.
Cold blue hearts still beating - we do go on leaving our marks. lovely.
wonderful.
I like leaving traces on snow too! but i also yearn to leave my footprints on sand by the beach!! spring be here soooooonnn!!!!
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