When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us,
they are there forever,
to recall, even if ephemerally.
It is being in the moment,
Able to truly appreciate the silence of the water, the wood,
the colors of the sky on a fading autumn day,
the movement of a branch covered in snow,
or even a spider's web
with a drop of dew on it
swinging in an early summer breeze.
Seeing through more of our senses
reflecting while perceiving
to bring back
a perfect moment
whenever we dream
December 8, 2005 11:50
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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