Thursday, April 29, 2010

Poem: The Weather of the Soul


The Weather of the Soul


The weather is perfect.
The sun shines bright on the forsythia.
There is no wind,
and just enough clouds to punctuate
the beauty of the day.

It is still,
leaving you with a sense of timelessness,
of eternity piled high
like the rock wall in front of your house.

In your mind, you know
that this is just a moment,
but you choose to bask in the gift
of perfection, a reminder

that such times exist
more often than we think.

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The photograph was taken Saturday, down the road from me, at Consider Bardwell Farm. They make gormet cheeses there, each named after a local Vermont town. The cheeses have won all sorts of awards and are sold nationally, but also sold in a small farm store where I often stop to pick up a wedge for dinner. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

3 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Those times do exist more often than we notice. I try to make a little time each day.

Delwyn said...

Tom this is lovely. I think that the moment we sense that perfection is the moment we slip through to touch eternity...and feel a connection to more than we know...and we share this emotion with many others who have gone before...

This afternoon while looking at the pink sunsetting sky I said to my friend, can't you see why the ancients prayed to nature, to the elements of the sky and the land...
they hold such power and energy...

happy days

Unknown said...

Yes, Tom, we just need to look around us and "see".