My Spirit's Reason

I awaken from an autumnal nap and shower with the morning dew.

It matters not what day it is, as long as I have you.

November labors to usher in frozen remembrances of joyous times.

It sweats grey skies for its noble efforts, exhaling heavenly chimes.

The wind turns a cold shoulder, blowing down familiar roads.

Mourners huddle together chanting melancholy odes.

Leaves rustle about, searching for a final resting place.

Snow beds them down, blanketing a frosty, hard-fought race.

Musical notes now join together for a line-dance through my ears.

My heart eternally rejoices for all its pleasure over the years.

The familiar jingle from red kettles can be heard throughout the land.

Everything will be redeemed as we take each other's hand.

Hope moves in on sadness as it vanishes without a trace.

We step together and hasten our lives to a newfound, heavenly pace.

I press my callused hands together in thanks to the great physician.

I lift my eyes upward to the sky and behold my new position.

I raise my arm in victory and high-five the impending season.

I'll love you forever, no matter what ...

... you are my spirit's reason ...

Reviews

[Diamond]

This can brighten up any loving spirit. There is always a big deal of appreciation towards nature in your writings. I also like your choice of words like "frozen remembrances"...Are you influenced by William Wordsworth? Just curious. Thank you for sharing.

[Pete]

thanks Queen. i do not read Wordsworth. The only influence i can point to is Henry David Thoreau, who also adored nature. i really appreciate your reads & comments because i sense that you feel what i feel and can relate. thank you ... :)

[Diamond]

Absolutely, I believe that too that the way we understand the world and power of nature is somewhat similar. It is always a pleasure to read your work.

[Pete]

thanks for saying that. you are kind. i believe that God transcends through nature and speaks to us and dwells with us through it. nature is so powerful and beautiful and such an integral part of life that i believe it is a gift from God and is to be respected and treasured as is he ...

[Diamond]

So well said...

[Tony Jordan]

Death and rebirth told here in terms of the seasons changing and how they make the speaker reflect on their own mortality but not morosely - in grateful thanks for having been saved.
A very pleasant juxtaposition of the indoors, the outdoors and the spiritual. Quite heavenly in itself Pete.
A beautiful first poem this morning for me.
Thanks for posting this.

[Pete]

thanks so much Tony. and likewise, first thing this morning i see that you get it and that it touched you to start your day. Very encouraging on both sides. thank you friend.

[Hebe]

Lovely ..... there's nothing like a place you love to go to...it's never disappointing .

[Pete]

thanks Hebe. yes, our favorite places - comfortable like an old shoe that never disappoints.

[Ian Craven]

I like this a lot. It is a beautiful piece of poetry. The line that stands out to me is, "Musical notes now join together for a line-dance through my ears." One thing I would change is "high - five the impending season." I don't think that line fits well. It causes the poem to lose its tone of voice right at the end. I understand why you wrote it, but for me it doesn't fit. Keep the idea, but express it in a different way. I like the idea.

[Pete]

thank you Ian. you pointed out my favorite line as well. i've been pondering the 'high-five' myself. i get what you are saying and agree. i'll have to think on it a little more. thanks for reviewing. appreciated.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Pete,
I find many times an awareness of sadness and contentment reigning together within my being. I felt this while reading your incredible piece. Your writing is so impressive in it picture of seasons transferring their strength from one to another. Kathy

[Pete]

Kathy,
You are very perceptive. Although I joyously praise God, I live with a broken heart. I cling to God as my means of getting through. My praise is genuine as is my sadness. I try to suppress the hurt but it still finds its way to the surface. I struggle every day back and fourth between faith and despair but it is getting better. We are all broken, just a matter of how badly and in what way(s).

"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves." - Thoreau

[Gee]

Beautifully written Pete. Rhyming verse my choice of poetry to read, even more so when this well done.

[Pete]

thank you Gee. I gravitate toward writing this way. seems to come naturally to me for the most part. appreciated.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Beautiful, loved the imagery and the feeling attached. Your manner of speaking about what your seeing and feeling is powerful. You taught me a new word, melancholy, thank you for that. I liked how you went from sadness to happiness but kept the beauty throughout. Nice poem, I enjoyed reading it very much!

[Pete]

thank you CVD. Much appreciated as always.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're very welcome. :)

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This is the beautifully poetic voice of a very thankful heart and you are the caretaker of all it's glory :)

[Pete]

Just grateful & trying to pass the torch a bit I guess :)

[AquaWater5674]

This poem...
Is a Prayer...
Beautifully sculpted...from start to finish...
Masterfully Penned..
Thank You
Debbie

[Pete]

thank you Debbie for appreciating. Best regards.

[wordman]

a beautiful tribute to our lord pete,beautiful imagery

[Pete]

Thanks ever so much wordman. Blessings.

[wordman]

my pleasure,and thanks