Monday, September 10, 2007

Still Summer...



My Mother's exquisite tired hands,
my Father's gentle smile,
my daughters' tinkles of laughter
concerting with crickets,
in the tall grasses,
in the sweet sunset.

All is well, oh, so well...

7 comments:

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Ah, that is so lovely and the accompanying picture is gorgeous. What a sense of peace your poem brings.

Jon M said...

Aaaaaah! I can feel all the tension draining away!

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

That is sooooooo beautiful.

Very lovely, thanks so much for sharing it.


Scarlett & V.

Vesper said...

Vanilla, thank you. Yes, peace is what I was feeling that night... The picture is the view across the street from my house.

Yes, Jon. You're feeling relieved too... :-)

Thank you, Scarlett. My pleasure...

Taffiny said...

feel like after we fell from the sky, we landed in some (well padded with leaves) branches, and now are gently being swayed in the soft breeze at dusk. I am surprised by how completely I feel your peace as I read it.

I love the contrast with the last poem. How very like that life is, the flying, the falling, the peaceful gentle rocking. One after the other, as we find our place (our center) in each moment.

jason evans said...

Very calming post. Thanks. :)

Vesper said...

How well you describe it, Taffiny! Thank you.

Thank you, Jason. How comforting this peace is, every now and then... :-)