Friday, November 02, 2007

Mysterious world,
Wonders, curiosities,
Walking through wide passages,
Walls too far to reach.
What fun to twirl and dance
Lean through walls -
Reach for what lay on the other side -
Crushed leaves
Wafts of smoke
Incense of autumn dreams
Looking back. Youth gone.
Younger days ahead.
Passages widen,
Walls crumble,
Joy and dreams wave a greeting.
A step.
A leap.
A flight
into the end of the beginning.
Or is it simply the beginning of
A new beginning?
No matter -
I wave back.

Remembering George in Prayer

9 comments:

Lea said...

Oh so delicious to have your words wrap around me... I love that line, "younger days ahead." I will think on that... can you see me waving??? XO

Mary Timme said...

I'm in love with this poem. I think it expresses the joy of life from beginning to one ending that is just a different way of living and being. Ah to be free of the dimension of time. . .
Beautiful Anne, just beautiful! Fanciful and dancing in the wind. . .

turquoise cro said...

Yes! I LOVE to dance and TWIRL!!! Beautiful poem Annie girly!!! Happy Week-end!!!

trailbee said...

That red leaf makes the whole picture. Great shot.

Britt-Arnhild said...

Your words whirls like leaves in the autumn wind :-)

qualcosa di bello said...

what a joyful embrace of life!!! i love this affirmation of where you are going on the journey called life.

Annie said...

Hello from one Annie to another, Your poetry is wonderful and your blog is very comforting!

paris parfait said...

A lovely poem, Annie! xo

Jone said...

I love this Annie, "joy and dreams wave a greeting...", "incense of autumn", wow! Keeping you and family in prayer.