Vernon Witmer Poet Rhyme

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Comforting a Newborn Thing

colored craving things arrive
reaching tender to assault 
eyes unused in wintered 
hollow months
grey and white and plain
becoming sudden kaleidoscopes 
bleeding into landscapes, 

drowning pain
with cacophonies of endless greetings, 
as nature emerges 
with energies and hunger.
awakening to spring 
and living now again

along a garden wall 
in shades of many trees 
where grasses lean 
to show the shallows 
left by bended knees, 
winter mourns her missing 
finds the solace spring allows.

each year, the trees and grasses 
form a springtime here.
shadows burst to life 
inserting wisdom to our trowels, 
flagstones, breadcrumbs, 
streaks of dappled sun through arbor boughs.
clouds of every nation’s hue 
the garden wall allows.

beneath the trees along a wall, 
where mother earth colludes with all 
to waken us again to waiting lives.
where we will walk again 
into the morning light,
allowing the night 
to pass over us.

we follow our footsteps west, 
facing the sun, feeling its radiance upon us 
as the kiss of day meets us there.
each morning, the border of a new frontier. 
where things are quiet, unborn of fear. 
finishings are left, beginnings yet to be. 
new is all there is to see.
 
eyes searching skies here, 
ears detecting clues.
hearts wait here 
for the birth of their comfort.

upon a log 
with gnarled burls 
of hardened skin 
we find a resting bench, 
with green moss tablecloths 
grown from the earth 
by a slow-moving wisdom, 

providing reflection, 
this tree laid down its life centuries ago 
knowing one day we would come 
to sit upon its broad back
and learn that faith 
is sharing life 
through patience and sacrifice.

nearby, the ocean waves 
create a spray that towers over all.
providing raindrops 
sent to linger on the garden wall.
dew drops form on maple leaves; 
however small.
although each soul is born to
a different medium,

spring shall bend itself to form a call 
of new beginnings 

giving birth to endings 
that will one day 

beckon every drop to find its fall.

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