These happened last night as I was listening to the crows settling down on a rainy evening.
i remember... in the velvet grey of november as time slows to purpling twilight bridging firm here and phantom yesteryear these silver airs softly falling into tomorrows as songs of firebirds rising to greet the stars as like to like in rapturous majesty as a whirling dervish of memory all the leaves of autumnal winds hastening to what none may know but all may fear i remember in this thin darkness the fulsome light of a solitary flame and it is enough
the snowflake i held a snowflake in the cradle of my hand caught while dancing the winter airs a delicate tracery of myth and mystery in cold crystalline glistening saying none will be as we i alone beheld this singularity ephemeral beauty as all must be a wink in the eyes of deity and then… gone but pulsing the fierce joy of first snowfall the falling star shines all the brighter as it dies writing across the heavens to be! to be is exultation enough and there lies my snowflake serenely slipping into oblivion whispering i would not miss this dance for all of staid eternity
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
I am wondering if any of you write poetry. I find it so cathartic and uplifting, even when the subject is gloomy. Everyone could share in this simple pleasure. One that costs nothing but emotion and paper. If you have anything to share, I’d like to read it.
Of course, all comments are welcome, barring the usual things.