Monday, February 25, 2008

It had grown quite cold,
Cold enough to freeze the clouds.
Clouds frozen enough to shatter.
Shattered shards of cloud falling,
Falling, pulled by gravity.
Gravity calling the cloud shards to reassemble.
Reassembled clouds blanket the ground.
Ground's blanket muffles sound,
Sound of cloud pieces calmly message-
Message the restless spirit.
Spirits of Bacchus fill the glass.
Glass caresses lips, spirit fills body.
Body warms, mellows, balance.
Balanced speakers echo notes.
Notes reverberate essence.
Essence floats free.
Free, ethereal-

The weekend was GOOD!


Blogger Churlita said...

Wow. That sounds like an excellent weekend. good for you.

2:21 PM  
Blogger Wanderlust Scarlett said...

That's so beautiful!

There is a forecast that it will look like that here today.

I am prepared with firewood, hot jambalaya soup, fuzzy slippers and a thick warm blanket crocheted for me by the hands of a friend.

I'm all set. Hope you are too.

Love the photo and the poem.

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

3:01 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Brilliant piece of poetry, Rel, I love the cyclical sense it conveys, the interconnection of one thing with another. Must have been a really good weekend!

2:35 AM  
Blogger UL said...

ah sleep...:) i could use it now :)

12:58 PM  

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