I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Sky Song


I use to dream that
I could fly.
The sky would lift
myself so high.
The blue air, white cloud sky
would ask if
I were bird.., or cloud,
or leaf,
and I would laugh.

blinding sight from seeing;
I would lift my winged arm
and catch some passing cloud.
The sun would play her scattered light
Upon the edges
of my eyes..,
and I would laugh.

prismed, passing
air to air,
would move reflecting fragments
through the air.

Sun, God, star cloud, blue white sky;
Why did I dream that I could fly?

C.C. 1984

(An old poem I wrote many years ago. A friend's post, today, reminded me of it. Thanks Julie.)
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  1. Chills. Thats what i experienced while reading this amazing poem

  2. Wonderful sentiments - I can appreciate it fully.

  3. And I love it farmlady...CC!

  4. Because you can... all you have to do is close your eyes and dream it...

    Beautiful poem. Thanks to Julie for reminding you of it so you could share.


  5. That is a beautiful poem, thank you so much for sharing it.

  6. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem with us. You are a lady of many talents. Have a great day. Madeline

  7. You wrote that? Wow! That was amazing. Sometimes I wish I could fly...not for the sake of flying, but to get new perspective. Can you imagine how different we might do things? Thanks. Have a great day!

  8. This is my first time at your sweet blog. Your little Corgi boy looks very, very much like our Josie. Aren't cories a blast?!

    Warm Wishes & Blessings!


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