Outside the window
Contours of the land
Among the trees
Made visible by the snow
On this quiet Saturday morning
An intrusion into my thoughts
What?
Memories, longing, loneliness?
Perhaps all that
A longing to be alone
Something pulling, tugging
Toward solitude
How can this pull,
This longing to be alone,
Intrude on loneliness?
Is what is sought,
Present in an apparent
Nothingness?
My mind wanders,
Daydreams …
Thoughts go to a small hill
In a prairie somewhere
Nothing visible but grasses
Distant trees
A breeze gently grabs at my clothing,
Washes over my face,
Rustles the grasses
I find myself on a trail
Deep in the woods
Sunlight flickering through
Leafless trees
Pale light
Winter light
Silence
A broad valley welcomes me
Soaring mountains, dark gray
Snow-covered peaks
Along the path, green
Intense green
Warmed by the rising sun
©2019 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 
August 27, 2019 at 3:09 am |
A beautiful poem. Scenes of complete peacefulness run through this poem Tom. To be alone with such thoughts in surroundings that encourage a desire for solitude, is perhaps to be fully absorbed into the soul of nature, the soul that is tugging at you to remember your beginning, deep within the one thing.This is surely the treasure of true meditation.
August 27, 2019 at 6:28 am |
Thank you, Teri. I am grateful for your perspective and reflection.
November 18, 2019 at 11:19 am |
beautiful imagery in a beautiful poem!
November 18, 2019 at 1:23 pm |
Thank you for taking time to rummage around in my very intermittent blog posts. Your comment is most welcome.
November 19, 2019 at 4:28 pm
my pleasure!
March 3, 2022 at 7:17 pm |
Love this poem of yours, made me long for solitude and nature and to walk on trails….sigh
March 3, 2022 at 10:49 pm |
Thank you! Your comment just might be what I didn’t know I was waiting for, a nudge to resume putting pen to paper.