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The Shining Feeling
From where I stand I see the thaw
and on the frozen floor
the sun upon the glowing crust
is glistening bright and pure.
Upon the rolling marbled hills
the glossy snowdrifts ride.
There is no place nor earthly thrill
like springtime greenwood life.
A musty scent is on the air,
I lift my head and breathe.
Out of the sky I seem to hear
a calling on the breeze.
The sound of God and life and wild,
the sound of earth that grows,
out of the wind that whispers by
the sound of trees that moan.
I know just why it is I care,
I bend my head and pray.
I cannot lock them in my heart
these tear drops on my face.
This is beautiful. There is nothing like feeling a closeness to nature. I particularly enjoyed the rippling emotion behind the words of this piece.
I know exactly what you were feeling when you wrote this. That is why I am becoming an Environmental Biologist. This is such a great testament to the perfection of nature. Thank you so much for sharing this, it made me cry. It was my pleasure to read it. Love, aly
You've come very close to capturing an elusive whimsy I've always been looking for, that fresh scent on the springtime breeze that awakens an instinctive rebirth. I know I'll get it soon. Your poem is nicely structured, and evokes crisp and pleasant images of spring. I know I'll enjoy reading your other stuff. Nanook
a wonderfully moving piece of writing.... made me have goose bumps.... awesome poem...I loved it...Renee'
Eric, A very subtle rhyme that doesn't intrude as being contrived, and you manage to stick to it without distorting the sentences. Very calming, and, yet, I know that feeling and why the tears rise. It is very Indian.