This Moment
This Moment
By Joe Cundiff
The wind blows
A melodious whirl
Whispering through evergreens
Dancing with the clatter
Of leaves dangling
And pushing piles
Of the fallen
Swirling, twirling
Along the ridge
And across the meadow
Subsiding then to a gentle hush
And the silent peaceful
Sounds of light
And this moment
Should it last forever
In all its pristine glory
Would be perfection
Yet who am I
To give measure to that
Which is unflawed
And why then more
Try and hold it still
This moment
After all
Has already passed
And the silence broken
By yet another gentle push
Of air
And I ponder still
From where comes the wind
And wonder more
Of the flickering lights
Adorning the night sky
And of them all
I find one
To acknowledge her presence
In this moment
Yet somehow we know
That brilliant crystal
Is not really here
Not now
Though her light shines
She left home
A million or more years before
Only to appear
Now
To share with me
This moment
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I have always LOVED writing that gives me a beautiful, clear visual. And, I am a woman of few words. Simply said…”lovely”.
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