winding a way through the maze surrounding us finding the paths that stories from yesterdays laid down. enjoying the vistas from high grounds and pondering the voids from the depths in darkness.
Friday, November 11, 2011
After the Storm
joy after the storm
I felt the memory
the promise spoken
in thunder clapping
rain pouring
me chasing it
down the empty street
joy in the storm
I felt the memory
the promise spoken
birch trees swayed drying
me dancing as
notes rise in the breeze
joy before the storm
I felt the memory
the promise spoken
as grey clouds gather
me waiting with
sparrows in their nests
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
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