Sunday Whirl

I open the book

The perfect grey feather

Found waiting

Morning quiet

Light penetrates my permeable

The only sound

The echo of the beat of my heart

Before me the field is open

The earth still frozen

My bare feet feel the cold

I am startled by the serenity

After the anguish

Shock of loss

A new day is born

The air fresh

A tiny flame burns in the hearth

11 thoughts on “January 29, 2012 Sunday Whirl

  1. This is so beautiful, Annell………the photo is so lovely, so peaceful……you made me feel the peace you were seeing and experiencing where you are. After tears and grief, even during tears and grief, there is still All That Is, all around. I LOVE your last line. SO MUCH!

  2. Annell, you are the second poet I’ve read who has juxtaposed “startled” and “serenity”; wish I had thought of that. I like the image at the end, of the flame in the hearth.


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