Moments, images, stillness
Raindrops on thimble berry leaves
Stories, memories,
Forgotten, shared, remembered again
Lines in my face, around my
Eyes, my mouth
Small fissures of time
Marked like strikes on the wall
Keeping time
Friendships, relationships
The texture of humanity’s cache
Wisdom, like layers of dragon fly wings
Translucent, fragile, and powerful for flight
Spruce tips, intoxicatingly aromatic
Their oils infused
And willing to share
Rocks, small from faraway places
Large from the forest floor
And cliff side craegs
Water washed; sand polished
From shorelines around the globe
Sea shells, once a sanctum
Now burnished caverns
Heartache and healing
Raucous laughter and lonely tears
Flowers hidden in the woods
And scrubby hillsides
Seeds and nuts
Mushrooms and bark
My basket is full
I will collect more baskets
Janet Elizabeth Hartwick Sterk
June 2022
Cynthia
Your poem gave me images of different walks around your house on the North Shore. My imagination added the lake’s restless waves filling me with peace.
HealingJourneys
Oh so right…. the waves and the water add such a peaceful dimension. Thank you.
P Sander
SO evocative of musings, when alone, in a beloved place; one has time to sort thru it all. And, savor, re-evaluate and most of all be dazzled. T Y Janet. Just returned from such a time spent in the wood & the resultant random surprising thoughts enjoyed. Love your words
HealingJourneys
Thank you Patty for your reflections and your shared knowing….
Sue Ready
Very nice imagery and has a good flow