Leaving Gently


Each morning as I wake
my eyes will seek the sky
be it blue or heavy overcast
my spirit lifts in flight -
to behold the natural world 
is a miracle of being

when I reach my final hour 
let the light touch my skin
no shadow’s cloying weight
give me a room bathed in sun
or a view of rain quenched earth 
trees flush with living green

let it be an ordinary day
familiar as I’ve often spent
with nothing overwrought -
a bird may cry overhead
perhaps some errant clouds
like me     passing out of sight.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/30/2024 10:29:00 AM

Hello Michele, I am a cloud watcher. i watch the sky every day. Those cliouds change shapes quickly. I always see something different.in clouds. Hugs. Darlene/

Yolanda Nicholsen

Date: 3/13/2024 12:48:00 PM

Awesome write enjoyed reading your work

Michele Fermanis-Winward
Date: 3/13/2024 1:48:00 PM

Thank you Yolanda, I am greatful for your comment.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/4/2024 6:40:00 PM

Dear Michelle, this is a wonderful poem filled with such quiet grace. The daily ritual of seeking the sky, the desire for a peaceful, ordinary departure – it's deeply moving. The poem doesn't shy away from mortality, but embraces it with a quiet acceptance of nature's cycle. The image of the bird's cry and the "errant clouds" speaks to the beauty of impermanence. This is a thoughtful and touching piece.- Blessings, Daniel