Quiet sleeps the valley
Cloud-storm skims yon hills
Dark defines the shadow
Dark defines the shadow
Bright, light of day spills
Laughter sparkles upward
Down the mute tear falls
Overhead blue heavens
Beneath, brown grave-walls
Toil, gift born from God’s curse
Play, an aimless loll
Around us, life witnessed
Within, unseen Soul
Life so full of breathing
Death, last breath unfurled
Hope, a brimming chalice
Fear, a stricken world
Love, like a lark singing
Loneliness, a cloud
Yesterday, a memory
Tomorrow, a shroud
© Janet Martin
It takes one to realize the other...
It takes one to realize the other...
Such a beautiful, golden skies ... and a great mood in the poem... Especially the last 4 lines truly makes me feel nostalgic.
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend to you, Janet!
Nina
this poem began while I was out for a run this morning...the last two lines of the first stanza as I snapped this photo and then it grew from there...yes, it was the beautiful sky that drew me out to enjoy it before the busy day began!
DeleteBlessings to you, Nina~
I took another look at this poem and switched the lines up in the first stanza so the first lines were the first lines after all:)
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