Gratitude is the sign of noble souls ~ Aesop


Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving ~ Kahlil Gabran


Joy delights in joy ~ William Shakespeare


Saturday, April 3, 2010

Easter Eve

Sitting on the deck
outside my bedroom
an angel in disguise
as a wispy white cloud
floats over my head
To the east the blue sky intensifies
in contrast to the setting sun
blazing gold and bronze
gleaming like the alter crosses
that will be unveiled tomorrow
It is Easter Eve
the quiet before the bells, the brass horns,
and lifted voices
The stillness before the quickening
the anticipation in the night air
cuts through the cold
and I smell smoke rising
from the neighbor's fireplace
like incense without the spice
I catch a glimpse of my reflection
gazing back at me from her window world
she looks thoughtful
and strangely distant
"for now we see as through a glass darkly,
but then we shall see even as we are seen"
the dogs lay at her feet
like they are posing at the foot
of some eighteenth century Queen
as they were bred to do
like they have found their purpose
And I suppose I have found mine too
sitting here with pen and paper
writing and watching
watching and writing
but mostly waiting
trying to see the girl in the glass
more clearly
If only I could get closer

3 comments:

  1. A beautiful Easter Eve poem :). But don't get too close to that girl in the glass -- she's MINE!

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  2. beautiful and somewhat melancholy, just how I like my poetry

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  3. An earth crawling grub
    Goes to a cocoon and waits.
    Then, a butterfly!

    Your poem is so beautiful; and fragrant; and delicious. Savoring it inspires my thoughts...and my poem. How blessed I am with my writer/poets!

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