Yearning

Delicia Powers
I could not help but notice,
Within the winds of spring,
How quickly now the seasons change.

Time drifts somewhere beyond the tides.

If I could just capture this day
Hold it in my arms,
And not let it be washed out to sea.

Off shore in that place of mystery,
I see past the mist
to what yet might be...

In that distant space of shadows and longings,
Are all my tomorrows.


Published by Delicia Powers

I am a grandmother living in the wonderful Maine woodlands. I used to write little poems on the back of envelopes for my children. I decided to try and organize my thoughts and simple "everyday experiences...  View profile

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  • carol gibson8/12/2011

    So true . . .

  • Lori Gunn7/25/2011

    good job :)
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  • carol gibson7/16/2011

    I really like this!

  • Leslie Ann7/4/2011

    How beautifully said.

  • Laura Everly7/1/2011

    Good poem liked the title nice job on this Laura Everly

  • Jeanne Baney6/14/2011

    Beautiful to read again and again.

  • Lori Gunn6/14/2011

    such lovely thoughts :) I heard that you have a birthday this month - hope it is a good one:)

  • Robert O. Adair6/11/2011

    Lovely!

  • Bridgitte Williams6/10/2011

    Lovely! :-) Bravo!

  • Carmen Magnolia6/8/2011

    Very beautiful!

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