Naturally
Following the steps of Nature, in my time I’ll go to sleep
and slough off my human stature, an appointment I must keep
whether soon or late or sudden, whether willingly or no,
taking nothing, I am bidden, as to dust–beyond–I go,
to a deep cellular cellar, shut from day and gone from night,
simple mote or something stellar, eternally both dark and bright;
I’ve no grief at this my bedding down to death as time requires,
but will go with no regretting to new lands and distant fires–
or to deep chasms’ silent spaces, nothing moving, nothing moved,
nothing touched by ills or graces or by sweetness I once loved,
for my thoughts will too lie resting, speechless, dreamless, all release;
all exemption now from testing, seamlessly wrapped up in peace–
So I’ll leave you, soft, in quiet
naturally inclined to sigh
with something of
relief, a sigh yet
not of sorrow,
when
I die
Reawakening
Winter now is past, forgotten swiftly as the melting snow,
as the things that children know slip away in quilted cotton
while they sleep: tomorrow, calling, beckons them to newer days
and to pleasures yet a haze on the edge of nighttime’s falling–
sorrow dissipates, as ices rimming rivers melt apace
in spring’s warm return to grace the Earth with all her sweet devices
Love, awake! The gentle keening of the season’s herald bird
is from barren branches heard, calling them to leafy greening,
calling from the snows of death all who have lain sleeping, dormant,
seasoned with dark winter’s torment,
to return to life
and breath
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I loved it dear Kathryn, it has a wonderful poetical sound and the message is great too. The ending so impressive hits the whole poem… Thank you dear, Happy Easter, with my love, nia
I hope you had a lovely Easter, too, my dear Nia! Ours was very busy but quite nice all the same. I’m glad you enjoyed this post!
xoxo
Kathryn
“The gentle keening of the season;s herald bird” was my favorite part….oh my do i love that part, especially. Great writing, Kathryn!
Thank you, dear Kate! I’m so happy you enjoyed it.
Fantastic. Your word choice is beautiful.
Thank you, AJ. You’re mighty skilled yourself! 🙂
It may seem ridiculous to some but one good thing about insomnia is that I’m awake to hear the first birdsong of the returning snowbirds in late Winter. As much as an hour before dawn and very often with snow on the ground, that lone robin’s call or cardinal’s whistle is really a delight to hear — and a reminder that I’ve been up all night again!!!!
If one *has* to linger awake at all hours, there may as well be benefits to all of the hours, too! Birds are such a magical soother, singing in the background of our days *and* nights.
Good poems – I particularly like the first one.
Thanks, Dennis, I’m glad you enjoy it.
I wish I had your talent to express so eloquently.
🙂 Mandy
You have plenty of expressive eloquence, my dear–your posts are simply loaded with it when you talk about good food, your village, Pete, and other wonderful topics! We can all rhapsodize pretty well when we are describing the things that matter to us most. 🙂
xoxo
Kathryn
You are so kind, thank you Kathryn. xo
I lost a dear aunt suddenly last Saturday, and the first poem speaks so to how she left us (in her sleep)…
‘soft, in quiet
naturally inclined to sigh
with something of
relief, a sigh yet
not of sorrow,’
And the second complements the first so well…life goes on…for the seasons and children and for all who are left behind to ‘return to life and breath’
These are so beautiful and moving! Thank you.
My dear Diane, I am so sorry for your loss. I hope that your memories of your beloved aunt will always remain a joy for you, long after the first pain passes.
xoxo
Kathryn