Passing through leaves, sunlight
Sending breezy Japanese maple leaf shadows
Bouncing off a small, round glass table
Forming a bright circle
Dancing on the ceiling
Blessing the moment with Ps 46:10
Knowing All Will Be Well
© 2022 Thomas W. Cummins
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Dancing On the Ceiling
May 7, 2022Shoes On The Radiator
February 23, 2021I can still smell the snowmelt
After all these years
A childhood beckons, tugs
My memory opens and embraces
Soggy grass
Puddles in the street
Wet shoes
Stuffed with newspaper
Atop the radiator by the backdoor
Wolf Moon
January 29, 2021Rising up and loping across the heavens
Scattering shadows everywhere
Wolf Moon now nestled down among the pines
My mind wanders
August 25, 2019Outside 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
A cosmic projection
August 13, 2019I saw her dancing
Dipping and swaying
Tempo set by a breeze
Leaves caressing the light
Beams from the rising sun
Juliet
Candle-like, flickering
Caught on the curve
Of the lamp’s
Metal shade
A cosmic projection
This image
Solar ball of nuclear fire
Thrust through space
Appearing as a gentle flame
©2019 Thomas. W. Cummins
The long uphill walk
July 28, 2019
Old lawn chairs at the lake
Circa 1946, after the war
Steel
Heavy, very heavy
Yet very comfortable
A reminder of my parents
Those chairs, their chairs
Brought to this cabin
For their 50s
Summer home
During the walk from the lakeshore
The long uphill walk
Midway from the lake to the cabin
Those chairs
A welcome respite
Sometimes I imagine
Mom and Dad
Sitting in those chairs
At night, overlooking the lake
Bathed in starlight
Their ashes are nearby
In a dim light... 
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