Maureen Solomon
Centering
Like a zinnia in late summer,
sunset streaks sky orange and purple
raucous flare of petals holding it all
in a simple nod of brilliance,
I simmer down into self and then
into a forgetting of that self just
faint sound of evening birds
a fragrance of autumn coming
breath whispering in reverence for
evening’s green sky.
Like the woods in winter
whose grave hush muffles sleeping squirrels
while trees drawing dark from the sky
mantle themselves all in velvet snow--
silence radiates around me in circles
my footsteps are invisible
only seeing is left
for one on winter’s path.
And as the waterfall rushing, rises
falls, summons lone goose, stray crow,
singing its way through ice,
incredible multitudes converging
at the heart of its ceaseless flow,
there where I used to be
flying overhead wings tipped
to my own heart, now
within the endless hum of desire
is someone who hears a simple melody.
Maureen Solomon lives in the New England countryside, a place where poems almost write themselves. She is also an artist and loves to grow flowers and cook good food for her family and friends.
Centering
Like a zinnia in late summer,
sunset streaks sky orange and purple
raucous flare of petals holding it all
in a simple nod of brilliance,
I simmer down into self and then
into a forgetting of that self just
faint sound of evening birds
a fragrance of autumn coming
breath whispering in reverence for
evening’s green sky.
Like the woods in winter
whose grave hush muffles sleeping squirrels
while trees drawing dark from the sky
mantle themselves all in velvet snow--
silence radiates around me in circles
my footsteps are invisible
only seeing is left
for one on winter’s path.
And as the waterfall rushing, rises
falls, summons lone goose, stray crow,
singing its way through ice,
incredible multitudes converging
at the heart of its ceaseless flow,
there where I used to be
flying overhead wings tipped
to my own heart, now
within the endless hum of desire
is someone who hears a simple melody.
Maureen Solomon lives in the New England countryside, a place where poems almost write themselves. She is also an artist and loves to grow flowers and cook good food for her family and friends.