Praise Poem for Aspen Leaves
Praise be the northwest wind
that breaks the smother
of sultry August air.
Praise be the aspen leaves
that quake in the freshening breeze,
shivering in the cool air.
Praise be the clear sky, cool and blue,
the early morning sun
shattered on the ground,
caught in the dew of a spider’s web.
Praise be this world
that can still change
and not always for the worse.
– steve peterson
I love this so much. Your verbs -- break, quake, shiver, shatter. The way you captured the relief when the weather breaks. And those last three lines. I'm holding on to those last three lines with all I've got.
ReplyDeleteOh, my. The moments make it all possible.
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