A mid-afternoon view of the Smokey Mountains this past Tuesday from 1,680 meters along the Cherohala Skyway in eastern Tennessee, USA. What a day to be motorcycling!
I awoke from a dream this morning in the woods
I remembered, but could not place my locality
It’s springtime and the world is alive, growing again
With that light-green color of new growth that darkens in a fortnight.
The sun is just coming up lazily from the east, warming
Turning winter’s darkness into the light of changing seasons.
Today, it causes the mist to cling close to the ground
While shimmering like a silvery curtain, motionless
Hanging on to everything, causing color and view to be smudged.
I still remember the strong forest smell of spring, as lush moistness
A white-noise shower, with birds softly chirping in the distance
It’s the sensation of a cleansing spring rain winding down.
With the unmistakable freshness of a walk in the woods
I’ve often asked myself why I dream and end up in these woods
But I suppose, I too long to be renewed with the spring
And as the seasons; change and passing time ensue
Let’s you and I meet right here, down the path by the large stone
We can gather in this place and share the dream, together.
Words don’t accurately paint a picture of this day
My pallet being softly faded beyond this feeble dream
Memory always reflecting, never ending on these moments
But clarity haunts the joy of all the other forgotten days
Wandering the empty back roads of my mind
Still, wishing I was in these woods again with you.
OSI#110: Cognizance
9 comments:
So well said. The tender joy, the subtle melancholy. I love this line:
But clarity haunts the joy of all the other forgotten days
beautiful!
A mixture of so many emotions in this. Excellently done.
This is powerful Rob. The last verse could stand alone. So often I want to paint an image of a memory and lack the words to do it.
But your wish echoes my own in the strongest possible way. I think we probably all have such a dream tucked away somewhere.
Thank you for this.
I read this last night but was not able to comment... :)
Wow again Rob...I love that walk in the woods...just as inspiring...and for every strand of good and wonderful memories? Who wouldn't want to go back to the woods and take a walk with your beloved?
Good morning!
>motionless
Hanging on to everything,
nicely put!
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This was a wonderful insight to wonderful springtime memories.
From your introduction I am thinking these you wrote of were your own of these places on motorcycle outings.
I have my motorcycle memories also but most are city types, like riding from tree to tree in the parks listening to the various hippy groups' music (one was ZZ Top), rides with a girl friend who could not be mine, nearly getting killed several times on the Houston freeways, and teaching Mrs. Jim (before we were married) what 'Hold on!" means.
I reallly enjoyed yours, they were sweet and tender in parts while showing your love for being with the woods throughout the entire poem.
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Rich with emotions and flavors.
Almost could sum up a life time.
A beautifully crafted nature/nostalgia piece. I enjoyed it!
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