Sunday, January 11, 2015

Falling Away

Falling Away

It's mid January.

Some things don't change.

The sunlight has found a path
through winter clouds.
The patterns it throws across the walls,
as it falls through bare branches,
are familiar.

It's the sun pushing back the covers,
and stretching its broad back,
to start the year, again.

In this house, for decades,
I've watched the seasons melt,
one into another.

Buckling soil, greening shoots,
rhapsodic bloom, endless lawns, 
ripening seeds;

Mid January.

I sit watching timeless patterns.

The years have left their marks.

Only I, and the family pictures,
on the sun-drenched sill,
mark time . . .

falling away.



Rev. Paul said...

That is very moving. It takes a lot of courage to bare your soul like that, and I thank you for sharing it.

Cathy said...

Rev. Paul . . . . Thank you. That's Dad in the windowsill picture. Taken as we walked on a beautiful Spring day, only months before he died of ALS. Poetry is the way I try to grasp - the big and little of life.