“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

12.23.2009

The Land of Now

In the land of now.

In which there is a cat in my lap,
not asleep, not yet, not quite yet,
but . . . yes.
Now.

In which the day dawns at last.
Wet and warm,
an almost-blue-almost-white gray sky overhead,
yellow leaves pasted to the the red brick street.

In which I read a not-quite-sober text message
sent to me in the middle of the night,
a message that makes me laugh
and fall in love all over again.

The day begins peacefully.

A squirrel perches at the foot of the hackberry tree,
a pecan his breakfast,
and for just that moment,
that piece of now gone so quickly,
the world outside was golden,
the leaves shining their light.
Now
it cools a bit.
Gray moves back in, a cool green.
A cool yellow.

Who knew the air had so many colors?

It is so quiet out there,
this day before the day of the Eve the angels sing,
A bird singing somewhere.
Christmas is coming.

The squirrel climbs the bare wisteria branches,
and tiny lavender sparks shoot out,
invisible to those who know not where to look,
and I see the promise of lavender blossoms this spring.
all is calm, all is quiet

6 comments:

  1. Hope you have a Merry Christmas,,glenn

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  2. I SEE THOSE lavender BLOSSOMS TOOOOOOO!!

    and so nice to meet YOUUUUUUU!!
    you writer, painter, spirited one!
    thanks for dropping by and taking time to comment! i have to scroll around here a bit, love what's on your wall, the empty boathouse...and your whimsical ways, it seems!

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  3. Ohhh...the world of now is so beautiful! Have a very beautiful Christmas and New Year! XOXO

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  4. i smell the lavender breathing ;)

    a wonderful Christmas to you may each moment unfurl into all it wants to be.

    warmth, joy, peace, love, humor and knowing*

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  5. This poem makes me ...

    Makes me what?

    A cross between a wail and a sigh. Sort of a wistful, happy, longing sound...

    Does that even make sense??

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  6. Yes...calm and quiet and peaceful. Such beautiful words.

    *Who knew the air had so many colors?*
    Oh, I love this.

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