Climbing through the Clouds

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Delaware River at West Deptford, NJ May 2020

 

Beneath dark clouds

if climbs, happy and wild,

bright flowers, shining sun-gold

as ancient river breezes rustle with why, which, when–

the seeds of deep time that grow from cold earth, warmed,

following moon song and spring’s light

to blossom here, now

I cast a soul-stone into the blue-grey water,

watch the soft rippling and listen to the wind sigh.

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Wildflowers 

 

The Oracle knows everything, including all about my almost daily morning walk and mourning ritual of throwing a stone into the river as I stop for a moment and think about my mom.

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25 thoughts on “Climbing through the Clouds

  1. This is so lovely and quietly melancholic. On the surface our poems seem very different, but I think they’re simply two contrasting reactions to the same feelings, both searching for peace, both born out of sadness.

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