I looked to the sky for images
Cloud-painted high
In spring-cleaned splendor
Cried
Because the rain has washed
The wonder all away.
I looked to summer sun for promises
Great tasks begun
And dreamed as busy as the birds in flight
Lazy as night
Dizzily dazed
By season’s cloud-lit maze.
I fell under the autumn gray
And skies that roiled and thundered
Inspiration’s flash
Dashed to the ground, I prayed
Why should I dream if all around
Is sundered unto this?
Then slate and lead
And cold
Gray winter came.
Instead of dreaming
Watched the snow-flakes fall
Blurred hints of images unseen
Washed all, unclean
With gray of dirt and hurt,
Then washed and white
The season’s bright, alert.
So when the sun came out resolved
To try and try again.
© Sheila Deeth, January 2009
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Instead of dreaming
Watched the snow-flakes fall
Blurred hints of images unseen
Washed all, unclean
Awesome details.
Behind the door
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Congrats dear friend !!
Thank you immensely to have appreciated mine
with apt visit of new beginning !!!
i was especially intrigued with your focus and choosing to write of the autumn gray sky and the oppressive feel..'I fell..etc'..
rather than a line concentrating on the color ,the transition found..
excellent poem of the various changing reality of struggle and the hope that sustains..
It's funny that while we were overwhelmed but the 6 ft of snowfall, still everything was white and beautiful. Now the slush is dirty and frozen along the roadways and it's rather depressing.
I want spring to come.