The Bookish Kind: ...and Lovely Views

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Sometimes the words whisper freely to you and you can't write them down fast enough...and sometimes you wait and wait for them to arrive...

...Sometimes they wait on hot tea, cranberry scones and cream,
solitude and quiet, music with no words, and lovely views...

"Look in thy heart, and write"
~Sir Philip Sidney

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth