It is the anniversary of a breeze.
Sometimes I look into the fire and see
wedding bouquets and funeral flowers,
party invitations and goodbye letters,
all burning in the same flame.
I don't care about any of it the way I used to.
My loved ones I will see again,
and my enemies are gone--why hate them anymore?
My yard brings me peace.
Every day I check the progress of every leaf
and enjoy astonishment that I am here
on this ordinary day, the anniversary of a breeze.
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for the Wednesday Muse #9.
This is now my all time gave of yours. Beautiful in its simplicity and deeply moving. Only you would come up with the anniversary of a breeze.
ReplyDeleteThat middle stanza is perhaps one of the most fluidly simple truths I've ever found in poetry. You are at the top of your form here, Shay.
ReplyDeleteStroke of brilliance using a breeze. This whole poem breezes by and makes me feel peaceful.
ReplyDeleteI think you have nailed to our hearts what truly matters in life here Shay! We learn this more as we get older. I love love love this!!
ReplyDeleteShay this is beautiful, how nice to be at peace and to find comfort in the beauty of a breeze.
ReplyDeleteI feel this way too, thank you
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