aerial photo of the Taylor River,
Sproat Lake in the distance
Hobbling Woman is gazing at the sky:
up there, the earth is a true-blue dream,
of rivers and lakes and forests,
graced by clouds.
Out where the river bends,
a hooty-owl calls sleepily
from a time-bent bough.
Hobbling Woman hears it
from fifty miles away.
"I send you my heart, on eagle's wings.
Send it back to me, please,
filled with a true-blue dream
of earth and sky."
A delightful piece indeed. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteWe may hobble but our dreams sour....a lovely and inspiring poem Sherry! :-)
ReplyDeletesending the heart on eagle's wings is a cool image - i bet that is a journey the heart would enjoy a lot
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ReplyDeleteThis is just wonderful!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely true-blue dream of earth and sky ~
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A super pretty poem, sherry. There was a terribly depressing article in the NY Times about oceans today--I'm going to get the link as you may find it interesting--if sad. http://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/16/opinion/our-deadened-carbon-soaked-seas.html?action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=opinion-c-col-right-region®ion=opinion-c-col-right-region&WT.nav=opinion-c-col-right-region
ReplyDeleteSherry, I hope that true blue dream DOES return to you....and soon!
ReplyDeleteI love how hobbling woman communicates with nature. It's message will return.
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