Tag: poetry

Before children start sleeping with memories
to look back on,
A nostalgic vault,
meant for safekeeping,
but never with its lock on,
they can only imagine of what could be.
Dreaming of a future where they would see
the grace of age swept away by the river.

Tides of childhood crash on shore,
As early bonds forge and turn folklore
into missions to explore;
with every mention of maturity,
youthful optimism is deplored
to have crayoned ideas be more respected,
and backyard ponds take us around the world.

We try to grow up,
in hopes that age will let us go.
Stop gripping us to our seat.
Locking us at home.

When will you realize age is your protector?
A collector of laughter,
advocator of reckless spur.
A metamorphosis of time,
keeping your life from accelerating,
until you cannot make anything of the blur.

When that time comes, oh what a wonderous transformation!
Vibrant and thunderous, with no hesitation.
A breakthrough and bestowment,
from hurrying to grow up to savoring every moment.

He moves slowly,
clinging onto warmth like armor for war.
His long primate tail lined with frost, heart exhausted,
Away and alone, lost from his home.
Unaware of his fate, paths soon to be crossed,
nature has a wickedly sweet course to bring us together.

Dark starless nights with snow fall,
as innocent as a feather,
causes his toes to curl up.

Blistering all life until pushed beyond our strife.
Sacred, the breaths that exist amidst theses storms.

He follows an innate connection,
perhaps a beautiful view of natural selection.
A feeling, a calling,
a mutual collection of responding to each other.
There is an art to winter communities,
Building life-sustaining unity
Listening to each opportunity to survive
Together.

He does not need to understand this necessary kinship,
Or agree to hold each other in the storm for good stewardship,
But when the time comes, they will reach for each other.
Always.
Intertwined to create a shield of resilience,
unconditional love kindled by nature’s brilliance.

“The only way to survive these harsh winter nights is by sticking together.”