The trees were still in their wintry sleep
The sky grey like the ashen remains of a long deceased fire
Winds cut like blades of ice
While the rain fell like the tears of the world
It was then I knew that all things must pass
And I saw with my mind’s eye the magnificence of spring
The wild colored tulips erupting from their tombs
As the promise of summer
Appeared above me a white dove that circled
Then I understood the temporal time
Every day is just a state of mind and
All creation sways to the rhythm of the universe
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Thoughts on a really cold winter day and the joy of realization that everything soon changes.
I live in the Pacific Northwest. A small community with farms and antique shops. Lots of rivers and lakes and these are some of the themes I like. I am a technical writer by trade so poetry offers me an escape from the more mundane industrial articles I work on day to day. I love music and am a classic rock fanatic. Love good books and stories too.