Out of Recognition

The bright gray sky promises

rain and the green

stripes its way along

the golden wintered grass.

The changing a slow

cold wet tease.

We’ll slop through the puddles

in the intermittent sunshine

after nap, my grandson so

present for the teachable moments

right

here

now.

So patient with me.

Winter’s desiccated corpse

blown to gossamer

by the unrelenting jet

stream of the seasons.

Color returning like birds

feathering a magic wand

from fairy tales

another gift he gives.

The jet black of despair

tingling in the transmutation.

A child is running fast

laughter pealing

dogs’ tails wagging

ecstasy

being alive.

Inspired by: Teachable, Corpse, Jet and Gossamer.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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