To find the words
to sense the rhythm of life
is to slip away
from habits of a lifetime,
to sway to new melodies
in the moments
of each passing year
to sense the grace of our age.
“Sometimes when I am writing,
I am aware of a rhythm, a dance, a fury,
which is as yet empty of words.”
~ Stephen Spender, poet
(1919 ~ 1995)
Set adrift in my own mind
it was time to stop,
settling gently to the ground,
much like Mary Poppins
with her umbrella.
The earth solid
beneath my feet,
purpose built from stillness
and I moved on into life.
“I’ll stay till the wind changes.”
~ Mary Poppins
Cool evening air
brushed my hair
caressed my face.
Promised rain hesitated
while I swept up
deep red crisp leaves.
“A perfect night….a perfect forever”
~ Mary E. Pearson, The Kiss of Deception
