Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Poem: A Mourning Walk

A Mourning Walk

The geese head north,
cutting the air in perfect formation,
punctuating the greyness of a Sunday mourning
when you walk the graveyard praying,
for the peace of knowing
what is beyond,

praying thanks that even in this dark day,
you see color, the green of grass,
the sharp red relief of a barn over the hill,
late season flowers
that remind you of spring
huddling over the horizon,

And you walk,
past the graveyard,
through farmland, full of promise,
the air thick with earthy fragrance,
past cows and sheep,
hot air rising from their breath,
over fences, to the warmth
of your house, that place of love
that awaits you.


The picture was taken near Salem, NY, You can click on it for a larger version.



Shadow said...

ever hopeful, ever promising and looking towards the light...

Derrick said...

Great poem, Tom. Seeing all that promise through the grey.