the moonlight and the light from my porch
conspire to create wide rays that spread across the lawn.
dead leaves and dead grass sparkle
tiny diamond drops
of star and cold.
climbs branches to reach
no tears spill here.
I finally see the pinpricks in the sky
as a million suns bigger than I can think.
The shiver...the involuntary muscle spasm that gives us warmth. Tries to bring us back to a state of equilibrium...
that's what I see here.
Maybe the involuntary spasm can act as faith...no, a battle of the internal fighting the external??
I don't know...but it pointed your head towards the sky,
and you have some pretty big thoughts
to offer some perspective
i think we shiver at all the bad things in life---it gives us a chill and can really make us depressed...but this poem shows hope...no tears spilled, so we accept what is bad...but at the same time see the pinpricks which are hints that the sun is breaking through...even if in little increments...it is there and dawn is breaking into a better day--
sometimes in the morning i shiver..but it is a good shiver...breaking the ice...like a rejuvenation...a starting over.
and part of this poem i see me...the shiver climbing the branches to the frosty tips...that part of me that is closed off...the walls, the coldness...but there are stars, there is light of love...and it is breaking through.
if i did favorites...this would be one, immediately