The aroma of coffee wafting through the air
Finds my olfactory senses and draws
This winter morning into focus.
It’s New Year’s eve 2008,
Introspections, resolutions, reconciliations abound,
Endings and beginnings collide,
Time stands still for no one.
Flakes falling with the gentleness of
A springtime fawn,
Caress this loping landscape
With dazzling velvet hands.
Whipped cream trees,
Kiss this cerulean blue sky,
On this canvas called life.
The crunching of snow, beneath my boots
Speaks with frozen conviction.
Rising up from the depth of my soul,
My words morph into vapor trails,
Echoing into infinity,
Crying
Am I here?
Here I am,
I am Here,
My, my, my mantra.
Temperature extremes,
Are the ebb and flow of balance,
That rocks me to my very foundation
Testing my resilience, my ability to adapt.
Faith under the glare of scrutiny,
Conspires to reveal fault lines of the soul, and
Irrefutable truths of the heart.
Time and dates are merely numbers, while
Seasons serve to remind us,
Of the passage of time,
And the ravages of being absent.
We all have a promise to fulfill,
That which was enshrined
In the seed of our conception.
Fresh tire tracks,
Define a road unforeseen,
A new path taken,
On this clean slate of snow.
The genesis of possibilities burgeons
In this white world of winter,
Life in the snow lane.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2008
Author notes
I have always found the Christmas holidays and the waxing New Year to be a time to reflect. The compass of my heart tells me where and when to make corrections as I chart my journey through life and come to terms with the reality that the destination is no where in focus. Trust becomes a very big word as I learn to become at once the traveler, the road traveled and the compassionate witness to all of that.
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Towards the end of winter I am tired of snow. But... by the end of summer
I miss it. Nothing like the whisper of the first snow fall. You see things
very much like I do. I enjoyed this Henri
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a good piece, ah new year's eve last year, i can not even remember it, i must have been a little drunk. seasons and snow, here we tend to get the snow around february now, but when i was a kid it used to be december time. good descriptive poem.
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Henri, Somehow I missed this poem....
I have always admired your talent for blending imagery and observation to really take poetry to the next level -- this peice is no exception. I too have always thought of the holidays as time for quiet meditation and contemplation. This poem does well to capture one's internal thoughts and monologues.
It looks like it's been a while since you've added a new entry. I do hope you post something new as you have so much to offer.
Peace - Helen
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Thank you
Helen, thank you for your ever insightful observations and words of praise. You are one of those writers on this site that always seem to grasp the essence of what I write and often point out aspects that had not occurred to me.
Yes it's been a while since I have written. My life is full, but I am missing this creative outlet that never fails to fill my cup to the brim. Hopefully I will be posting again soon.
Warm thoughts,
Henri
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Beautiful reflections ...
I saw you online and realized how long ago I visited! I loved this poem and the road-mapping thereof. We all can benefit from serious meditation from time to time; redirecting in order to live purpose driven lives.
I hope all is fine with you, Henri!
Love
Myra
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Excellent
Henry, an excellent poem, it draws me out of myself. Well done and thank you.
Many blessings to you and yours for this Awesome Year gifted to us.
Rob
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Very nicely done!
I always enjoy seeing the world with your eyes, Henri. I love the words you use to express your thoughts and feelings!
Good to see you here again.
Happy New Year!
Maureen
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Thank you Maureen, I appreciate your kind words, and so pleased that my words resonate with you. May your cup be filled to the brim.
Namaste,
Henri
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Excellent write. Indeed dates and times are only numbers, but with each passion season the heart fills with memories and the milage adds up.
Bravo!
Marianne
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The gathering of time and putting all of those moments into a basket is a wonderful thing. Times and dates are merely numbers, that is so true. I was recently laid off my job and they closed the doors a few weeks later. Now my older daughter and son, also my wife have encouraged me to travel with my ex-wife of twenty-five years to Knoxville to visit him, (my oldest son) and his family. The ex and I have been doing the e-mail trip to make sure this really makes some sort of sense. I don't know whether it does or not, but I may go anyway. Heck, what do I have to lose that I haven't already lost. Your piece brought this home for me. RC
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