Tree Meditation

Zen

In the cradle of a tree,

I sit.

One blossom at a time,

I breathe.

Jackhammer,

Woodpecker,

Barking dog,

Cardinal song.

All things are possible.

All things connect.

All creation begins,

Here now,

and there then.

~Julee V.

4/15/13

Spring Bends

Spring Bends where Winter Breaks.

Brittle and crooked you laid in wait.

For this return to color,

to lush, rounded shapes.

On hard edges and floors

Your shutters closed.

You wait no more.

Winter freeze and summer breeze

You wait no more.

Puppies prance and children play

You wait no more.

Its the Way of Nature,

And the Nature of Change.

All that it breaks,

Shaping All,

It Creates.

And you wait no more.

~JV April, 2013

For Joan Scoldy, RIP.

Winter Solace

This is Winter.

Secret and Indulgent.

Its Icy and Bare.

Blinding spots and Bright Azure
 Silent talks en solitaire.

Warm and Golden
Glows Sundown

Tucked in

Tucked in

Tucked in now.

Surrounded by the distant hum

of people and their pace

Haunting songs of nights long past

Laughing wine and warm embrace.

Nestled in this cabin watch,

Perched among the city lights,

 I resign to take my place.

A lonely outpost in the night.

An object in motion stays in motion.

But always it competes

With a body that resists it

in motionless retreat.

Night turns to night turns 

to dawn and digging out.

Figurative and Literal

Digging Out, Digging Out.

 Emotional and Physical

Always the digging, digging out.

Alive though Still
 In this white expanse,
There is room for things to grow.

Seeking Solace in the Clearing
Space for Spring's Eternal Hope.

This is Winter.

By Julee V.