“I strain towards the future,
eyes focused on the far away
past empty, quiet gray,
like looking for a hummingbird
in the snow.
I squint at fine twig lines
as they slice across white
over green in front
of the dormant sienna. I
spy her there, a gemstone
stately in her royal stance
among the branches.
It is no effort, truly, to find
my way through buried days,
if I but gentle my busy self,
settle and sit, sip and settle,
determine to welcome the daytime
darkness while mining the bright birds.
Very nice…I just like how this one feels. Great to see you Jody 🙂
Even in the darkness, there are bright bits of beauty if we but slow down and look
I love the walk you take us through.. a walk through daytime darkness.. very nice juxtapositions — there is some melancholy— but the acceptance/joy seems to be winning…
“daytime darkness……” The finesse is magical in your description… Mining colorful birds from within their gray and dismal scene…… what a lovely picture my mind developed before I even looked at your photo. Good writing…
I love that last verse especially… so quietly profound and lovely.
The imagery is lovely. Your poem reminds me of a writer's journey, typing, singing like a bird, and searching for inspiration from all things possible.MJ, A to Z Challenge Co-Host Writing Tips Effectively Human Lots of Crochet Stitches
a walk in the woods is nice comfort…finding our way through the day is much easier when we look for the beauty in the world…and take our time…