The Ancient Language

The placid surface smooth and grey,
reflects the soul come end of day.

Muted light that did not break
slowly fades for time is late.

The blazing maple mirrored by glass
reflects a ripple from the water's edge.

The distorted image of ridge and pines,
make room for an osprey climbing high.

The walking wind, breaks from the trees,
and stirs the water for all to see.

The ancient language of trees and wind,
sing of forever, and Winter's long since.

The hum of life, God's command to live,
is heard by all, except maybe modern man.

Reviews

[TamsinDaya]

This is a beautiful depiction of the natural world that, too often, we forget to listen to. The imagery is great and I particularly like these lines:

"The blazing maple, mirrored by glass
reflects a ripple for from the water's edge"

It's lovely!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Tamsin. For such a lovely and connected review.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The smoke belching, petroleum and coal powered mechanisms of man sometimes drown the voice of nature. Jet engines overwhelm the song of birds. The sound of pumping oil rigs hide the song of Humpback whales. City lights blind us to the twinkle of stars. I prefer the ancient language. Wonderful write.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you. We spent many years working in Tulsa. We moved to the country and couldn't be happier.

[Gee]

That looks and sounds idyllic Cherrie. Would be lovely to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and listen only to nature.
Hope you are well.

[Cherrie Palmer]

The older I get the more I cling to nature. Thank goodness for online shopping.

[M. J. Smith]

Such visions make this drifter's heart long for the road. Of course, I would never leave my family. But I would like to see hills, rivers, forests and blazing sunrises again.
Thank you for this vision of beauty, Miss Palmer.

[Cherrie Palmer]

You're welcome and thank you
We spent 20 years in Tulsa and never regretted moving to the sticks.

[DeaconHitchbight]

I spend a lot of time in the local forests and this poem feels just like home. I found the read quite enjoyable!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Deacon. The forest is a great place to hear. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem and that it let you travel amongst the trees.

[Neville]

ancient language fit for the 21st century ma'am .................................. I certainly enjoyed my visit .. N

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you

[lightsong]

all is wonderfully and written with emotions BUT your last two verses are the best and most moving! your title what gripped me first as I was thinking what I will read, and sure the language of nature never dies, it's where life essences flow, where there is no time but wholeness. allow yourself to bond with it and be there, You are complete. the winds that never turn back and only keep going on... teach us to never stop, to live and keep being alive. Thank You for sharing dear Cherrie ❤️

[William Michael Reeves]

I can just about visualize the walking wind. Each gust a step. Branches swaying as it sweeps through the forest then skimming the fluid surface dissipating in the polluted gaze of modern society. Screaming!

That's some good stuff! Inspiring!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you William. I love watching and listening to the wind move in the woods. I'm so glad you could see my little scene.
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