Winter Bench
What use a bench
alone in snow?
For long ago remindings?
Or far off summer yearnings?
Yet, to be is but a dream.
Ago, a faded mem’ry.
How serves this bench
in here right now?
To place its emptiness
near my crowded deep down dark.
Then sit awhile
and leave some stuff
upon its seat.
To rise again
in lovely light
upon my way.
© E.M. Ramos 1/11/2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Winter Bench
Winter always inspires me. Walking in the cold, snowy, quiet Garden, I see a lonely bench. Such a lovely sight. And a poem comes.
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1 comment:
Nice catch on a bench, like a tree without birds. Lovely,
Angel
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