Drought.
*
Pond recedes
Cold depths remain
Lives flourish
unaware
of larger
concerns.
*
Boulder tip revealed
Sign
rarely seen
We need
rain.
*
Surface concerns
Depths undisturbed
It was always
there
unseen.
*
World drawn back
Hidden revealed
Sun graces
cold
stone.
*
Turtles rise
leave darkness
Claw and muscle
strive for
warmth.
*
Radiance or cloud
rock is comfort
Between worlds
turtles
know.
*
Peace.
Greetings this Autumn day, HL and all: Thanks for the gift of your poetry…the images calm and soothe my spirit. You have a way to make the simple appear Divine as it is, as we are, in this moment, Love and His peace to you, dear, HL
I’m glad you felt some of what I felt. Thank you so much for leaving a note for me to find and share.
“as we are, in this moment”
Wonderful instruction for living.
Peace.
Beautiful! I love the turtle in this poem too. I’ve been watching one for a while, missing it as I haven’t been to the pond where it lives in a couple weeks. I’ve been wondering about Turtles in the cold weather. This poem is lovely.
Wishing you peace, with love,
Michelle.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Michelle 🙂
I’ve been to your other blog and enjoyed both your photos and your reflections on the turtles, thank you for them!
The turtles in my little corner of the world hibernate in winter (I’ve learned the proper word when it’s applied to reptiles is “brumate” but I don’t think I’ll remember that for long) and find it also very symbolic.
May this find you having one of the better days!
Peace.