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Footsteps (Unwittingly Astronauts)
Footsteps over soft snowpack
Nearing wood pile, pause in my creation
As these eyes trek to the moonlight spilling itself
Over the partially thawed snowfall - still several inches tall
There's been a longing for spring fever
Ignited fireplace inside could have me already there
....None the less, I'm sparked where I stand
Realization inspired - I need to drink in this view
At least one more time this winter - A clear, calm evening
Before it melts away into greening soil
Though tonight temperature's a bloodhound in search of freezing
Simultaneously, a guard dog trying to chase me back in
But my mind chases the latter, striking beast's nose decisively
I'm completely unmoved and unshaken by shivering
Cause as I notice how much faster the heat leaves my body
....Revival and fresh inspiration
Courtesy of moonbeams taking my breath
Away through the atmosphere above these woods - I realize, watching
My light-drenched zephyr, and as my body heat escapes my clothing
Rejecting limitations well out beyond beyond the troposphere,
That there's a part of me leaving the atmosphere, isn't there?
That a part of me travels into space
And how, even as children,
Even before we knew what astronauts were
And drew and colored them when prompted
"What do you wish to be someday, children?"
We were unwittingly space travelers
Already for several years
Just another second and in this spirit
It dawns on me, as well:
Our fire-caging ancestors were the first astronauts
Long before us, caressing the texture of every planet
Touched by wanderlust infrared of their bodies
And they've traveled well past the farthest satellites
Hmmm, they'd be so proud of me for following in their footsteps
How foolish was I?..Just moments ago thinking my path paused to see this
Read 4x
Then out loud to licate the lisses in cadence. "...Though tonight temoeratures a bloodhound in search if a freezing"i My favorite line in a rocket fired ego star bound. Thermodynamic switchover - a season change, a transmorph of imagination as flught, creativity as pilot/engine. I write sci-fi Noveks - this vine griwn motif sings my lyric. The pause begins the poem (musical movement) and returns at ending perfctly artifice-etched a a bookend. Enjoyed stroll to woodpile/galaxy.
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Lady A
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Big Hello from Oxleas Wood
Something special about being in Nature, and the way it caresses the mind and imagination – the moonlight and the woods, giving us endless possibilities.
I also like what you said on your cover page…
“I live to walk the fine line between hope and not being naive.”
That’s a good place to walk. I try to walk that path myself… constantly plucking the weeds of naivety, wherever I may find them. But I must say, you’re doing a hell of a lot better than me – I’m 80 percent dreamer and 20 percent doer, and have been that way for a long time. In times past, I often felt pangs of regret – for not pushing it out a bit – to maybe 75/25. But taking stock of the world now, I reckon I’ve got the right mixture – for my particular type of soul.