Thursday, November 18, 2010

Wings for Thursday Prompt
I'll walk and walk on an autumn night, early winter
In between these seasons I'll stroll, alone I contemplate
This heavy coat
A wool cap pulled over my eyes British style
These hoping hands resting in lined pockets
I'll look up to points of light like gleaming crystals
At peace I'll be with my human self
Someday I wonder too about this retiring life
Where will I be when early winter turns?
With snowy wings I'll fly in peace
My breath as ghosts left behind

10 comments:

Paul Andrew Russell said...

A lovely interpretation of the prompt, Square Corner.

I wonder too...

flaubert said...

Oh, how I love that last line.
Lovely poem.
Pamela

Old Ollie said...

This is a strong piece. Pure narrative style.

shanegenziuk said...

Well done, enjoyed the read.

Philip Thrift said...

I can feel the chill this poem evokes.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Square Corner,
I just loved the cool delivery of your words. A delighful read.

Eileen

gospelwriter said...

Loved the last two lines especially - very beautiful and peaceful end...

imaginationlane said...

This is a wonderfully tranquil respite in our busy lives..I feel like I've just taken a deep breath and stopped to rest a while. One can hope our life's journey ends as gently as your poem does...

Lynette

Jingle said...

brilliant..

soothing ending,
well done.

Kalidoss said...

Someday I wonder about this retiring life..where will I be...just wondering..