Sunlit Uplands

Day 377: a poem of wilderness, wildflowers and existential musings

The breeze cuts through
Stripping warmth from bone
Whilst wildflowers dance
To its merry tune.
Grasses nodding seedful heads
Along to nature’s beat
Red and white traffic cones
Proudly declare no parking
In this parking zone.

Patchy tarmac saves its spaces
Caring only to welcome those
Who welcome those who's
Need of care brings them here.
A quiet Sunday sitting in sunshine
Watching nature wrap itself
Around scatches of stony ground
Wildflowers seeded with care
Decorating past eyesore with colour
And self seeding futures
Feeding generations of bee folk to come.

A cloud comes scudding by
Obscuring sunshine from the sky
And running on its merry way
Bringing unwelcome shade
In its wake. Not yet summer,
Warmth is fleeting and tender
Scarcely able to fight off a cold.

Another bench. Another patch.
Nature’s palette changes clothes
And dances to a different tune.
Greens a plenty, graced by rose
And scented orange. Paths show
Walkways through mental landscapes
Mindful as ever of wandering spaces
Gathering thought and sensation
In floral displays of wilderness
And iridescent dragonfly wings.

The season pauses, draws breath
And lets out a long slow exhale
Of springtime rain.
In the midst of all the rush
Racing for sunlit uplands
There’s time to catch the wonder
Of memories past and futures
Yet unborn. Standing at the
Balance point of time
I catch a fleeting glimpse
Of Truths unfurling their banners
And beckoning to those who see.

Universes unfold in fractal
Gifts of eternal greeting,
A candle lit procession
To embrace my doom,
Knowing it all even as it
Fades to dust and decay.
A momentary perfection
Of choral mastery
That sings its songs forever.

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These might tickle your poetry bones too:

‘Old Refrain’

‘A Long Exhale’

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Photo by sk