NaPoWriMo – Page 5 – Generous Wisdom

Sweet Relief

Forgiveness is like
sun after weeks rain,
warmth after frigid wind,
hugs that never end
but melt into sleep.

I see edge of earth dipping below
horizon where blue light of morning
filters upward with cloud-cover and birdwing.

I hear cries of little ones stretch each
other thin and scratch through melting
patience of a forgiveness-filled house.

I smell planting season beneath closed
windows where damp earth warms and
waits for everything: rain sun seeds.

I feel grinding heaviness of Winter’s frozen
work resisting its fruition, contracting ever
tighter around its dormancy, afraid.

Tasting afternoon, its creamed coffee,
I plan days to come, savor days behind,
see the edge of earth and soak in now.

You are my gift, dear poem,
you are like my breath; you wake me,
and sing me to sleep.

You are my gift, dear poetry,
you are like my life’s blood; you energize me
and carry me on.

You are my gift, dear writing,
you are like my body; you move me
and support my soul.

You are my gift, dear Giver of gifts,
you are the Poet; you create
and you keep on creating.