nature

Parallel Outlet: 10


Stars peer from behind curtains of daylight

Wishing upon my brief passage

Calloused sole alighting

Softly

Maybe it is the daydreams with which this poem opens. Maybe it is the stars.

Sand and Solitude, from The Memory of Trees, invites me into a world where more varied lights hang in the sky, and where long moments leave room for myriad small things. In the sand I don’t see the beaches or the dunes of Earth today. I’m imagining a less tangible place, where everything is different and yet everything is the same.

It could be the future – it could be the past. It could be nothing more than a fantasy. Where is the sand that you would walk upon?

That slow hour, high noon

Where time passes relative

To the pace of my thoughts

~

Image from artofsaul

The Scent of the Rose


Drifting on the wildborne

The scent of the rose, that calls me

I remember – it is a lovely day to be lonely

Going as I, going, must

Imagine flowers in your eyes

And crowns in your sleep

But for the scent of the rose, that calls me

I would be tumbling in sunshowers

Breathing wheat-warm breath

But drifting on the wildborne

I remember – it is a lovely day to be lonely

Elizabeth Cook, 2015

Image from Annie’s Garden