Here in my sweeping conifer bowl,
Rolling with a will for home,
I spy
Wind brushed wisps of gold tinged clouds
Playing with a lined transparent moon, full
Against a pool of deep cyan--
The real ecosystem of my life;
And I am swelled in awe,
Inspired again
To love fully,
Think deeply,
And act for the betterment of all
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross


Comments: 33
I appreciate that, Mary. Thank you.
Amy--My sincere pleasure. The skywriting spoke in nature's words to the stuff of earthly life, and I drew a deep breath and felt whole.
Thank you, Shaunee. I mean them.
I felt like I was right there with you, and maybe I was - as your words painted such a picture. Thank you for this :)
Magnificent work.
I hope you get fifty readers for this one!
Thank you, Val, Debra,Carol, and Gautami. I'm glad you like this.
Hi, Bluey--The moment of the poem hove into view (as wonderful things often do) as I turned a corner without anticipation of what waited there. The effect was immediate, and I searched my soul for what it meant to me as I sped home. Five minutes later, with poem complete in my head, I was on the computer, feverishly tapping it on the keyboard. I'm so glad its message pealed true. Thank you for your kind words.
Thank you, Larry.
I felt that message keenly, Ken. I agree with you fully. Thank you.
Thank you, Cheryl.
Hi, John--The meeting of heart and mind to express truthfully, life experiences that may in some way reach a need in others, is a major goal of my writing. Your encouragement and guidance spurs me on and I look forward to your insights with a neophyte's fervent desire to learn his craft and get closer to success.
Hi, Stanley--I like your take on this. As caretaker, Man must become very sensitive to reading natural "signs", and, of course, respond to the level of our knowledge. I'm glad you like it. Thank you.
I'm at the mercy of the muse, Ed, flighty thing that she is. Thank you.
That gives me a golden glow, Deirdre. Thank you.
You've made me smile, Jean, thank you.