Poem #1 - Poetry Month

… April Poetry

POEM #1- Poetry Month

 

 

As I step off the back porch,

into the freshly fallen snow,

I look in all four directions

seeking balance in a new day.

 

As I walk through the snow,

Grandmother speaks to me:

     “Aztec, see how the snow

     covers and quenches the Crocuses thirst;

     how their purple or yellow petals

     reach for the sun’s warmth.

     Even as the whiteness

     and cold surrounds them,

     they survive and grow strong.

     You, like them,

     are the creatures of Nature.

     Never forget who you are,

     or where you are going.

     My grandson, be alive in the beauty

     above and below.

 

As I think on these words,

I smile

and renew my life’s journey

that will lead me to you.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.1.18

Author's Note

thanks for reading...
this was the first of the April poems written for Poetry Month...

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Happy New Year friend 💐

[emmajoygreen]

Life in the all around does not have to shout its presence day in-day out. If green or otherwise radiant, it lives.. as does the reader and writer, the dancer, designer and engineer of whatever works for those who have the time to stop and listen to letters placed.. just so.

A grandmother is walking history, used as guide and mentor shown by these words:. Wave at each of those beautiful ladies, present, past and those to come: 'Never forget who you are, - or where you are going. - My grandson, be alive in the beauty - above and below.' How preciously true.

[DIVYA]

A grandmother's precious words that instill life in the poet everyday, imparting new vigour and inspiration. Blessed are those who have such a wealth of words to carry within them. They can over anything in this world. A special piem, indeed.

[Arundass TP]

Excellent line's. Beautiful imagination. Really loved it. Good work 👍

[Ken Simm.]

That is true advice that should be heeded. I thank your grandmother. Wise writing.

[The Blind Ronin]

Everyone should have a Grandmother with such wisdom...
And a friend with such a poetical turn to language.
Beautiful mate.
Simply that.

[Robert Haigh]

Family wisdom, handed down with love! Grandmas know things! We should listen!

[redzone]

thanks for your words Robert, yes we need to listen to Grandmothers, their wisdom is hard earned...

[Einstein Noodle]

redzone! are you still with us?? .. deeply moving write says i! i feel connected to your tribe and Gramma .. like i am ensconced in her lap ... so .. beautiful, serene .. a tribute to you and yours ... thanks so much for sharing ... hope you are fairing well old friend
E.

[redzone]

hi Einstein N., yes, I'm still here with the WC poetic 'tribe'... thank you for your kind words and for still being here yourself!!!

[Melinda McQueen]

What a lovely poem. Your grandmother left you something special.... her wisdom.

[wordman]

we had a trove of guidiance back then,loved the write