Saturday, March 2, 2019

Over the River and Through the Woods

On an early Saturday drive
we pass cozy homes 
bare swept branches,
and an ice capped pond. 

Overhead, two geese together 
then later, one alone
amid a backdrop  
of flurries and brittle air. 

As time and trees pass
the brittleness turns paler
giving a blur of white-gray
to already squinted eyes. 

Snow capped cattails 
pepper a sheet of frozen wetland
with unseen amphibian life below
in a blissful darkness. 

Awaiting a resuming spring,
I’m reminded of spirals 
and cycles of a season,
seeing what I’ve seen.

Over years of my life
but with eyes of today
seeing a newness 
for the first time. 




3 comments:

  1. Such a beautiful, meaningful poem! Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Love this. The spirals of life. Yes. So beautiful.

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  3. How beautiful it is to experience the world anew when we attempt to look at things with fresh eyes.

    Beautiful poetry, Betsy.

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