Thoughts on awakening from a November nap. #magpie#247

Snowstorm by Maurice de Vlaminck 

 

 

Lying there under the felt like poncho

Like a sleeping river beneath the ice;

Moving slightly with nano speed ideas.

Renewing, restoring his energy stores,

Oblivious to the dreary cold outside,

snuggled under his coverlet igloo.

 

Entertaining  thoughts of uncommon places,

Like a hermit, content in his aloneness;

A participant in the current flow

Carrying him to places known and unknown

Draining memory's vault; painted, profuse,

Of worlds not yet appearing above.

 

All this in the brief summer of his day.

                                                          

                                                     © November, 2014; rel

 

 

 

 





Inevitability

image credit:  Dick Blick Art

 

 

Every living thing;

Inevitability.

Dying comes to all.