watery surface of
discontent
waiting for direction
to reveal my day’s purpose
I settle on the surface
of this nothingness ~
gentleness and rest
wrap ‘round me ~
I warm to my purpose
“Oh! that gentleness! How far more potent is it than force!”
~ Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
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| Rescued |
A train whistles in the night,
rumbles and clacks over
the rustling of cornstalks
drying and dried of life;
tomato plants sprawl silently
beneath scrappy blankets,
protected against early frost,
in a small garden lying
below the stars of autumn
“…there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lure in the sky....”
~ Percey Bysshe Shelley
Author's note: Inspired by an evening at home in Milestone, Sk
through graceful trees
the cold wind whistles,
curling crusts of red and gold
down long asphalt dance floors.
“Wind is a floating wave of air whose
undulation continually varies.”
~ Vitruvius
