Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
April 5, 2013
—∞—
O, waning crescent
Where are you heading?
The morning is clear, crisp
Dawn is breaking
You appear to be leaving
Won’t you stay to welcome the day?
In your fullness rising
Large
Golden
Warm
Romantic
You welcome our evenings
Your presence is everywhere
A sharp beam on a glassy lake
Silvery lamé on a wind-tossed sea
Hanging over a southbound river like a lantern
Climbing over a stadium wall during a game
Shining on an airplane’s wing
In your fullness
Your stay around all night
Making tree shadow patterns on the snow
Casting twig-laced squares on the bedroom floor
Flirting from behind the pines
As morning draws near
You startled me one night
In a canyon … in Utah
I was asleep
Under the stars
You suddenly peeked over the towering, sheer, red wall
Your desert brightness unrestrained. Remember?
But, for now, you are leaving
Each month you give us
A warm evening greeting
A chilly morning farewell
We know all about lunar cycles
But our ancient feelings prevail
© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags:lunar cycle, moon, Nature, poetry
Posted in Nature, Poetry | 8 Comments »
March 7, 2013
—∞—
No fruit
After three years
No figs on the tree
Give it another year
A fourth quarter
Another period to express its being
Life’s fourth quarter
For many, a final period
Something is being asked
More is required, expected
But three and a half quarters
Have already passed
Fatigue is present
Yet must be ignored
Fruitless time is over
Unrecognized, but over
Something is being asked
More is required
Not more activity,
Better results
Enough is being done,
Just needs to be better
Richer
More rewarding, more loving
Something is being asked
More is required
© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags:Luke 13, Parable of fig tree, personal, poetry, Religion, spirituality
Posted in Family, Personal, Poetry, Religion, Social Justice, Spirituality | 4 Comments »
February 27, 2013
–∞–
Snowmelt streaming softly
Water whispering quietly
Gutters guiding gently
Damp, chill air
Fills my nostrils
Rousing memories of childhood
Every rivulet
Invites a craft
Tiny, seaworthy
None can be seen
No Popsicle stick rafts
No bottle caps or paper boats
Foreign ports at street’s end
Magical destinations
Go unreached, unexplored
Many years ago
These elfin rivers
Brought me great joy
Every evening
Of irresistible thaws
Found trousers wet, feet soaked
Kitchen radiator
Topped with steaming shoes
Stuffed with newspaper
Peaceful, warm dinner
Outdoors grew colder
Another thaw awaited
© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags:childhood, Nature, personal, poetry
Posted in Nature, Personal, Poetry | 2 Comments »
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