Small Things
There are things, both large and small, but it behooves us best to heed the smallest of all.
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Longing
Rainbows gracing puffy white clouds pinned on a Madonna blue,
Blue dreams floating by,
By the lovely lonely thoughts of empty mind,
Minding nothing but attending all,
All encompassing but contained within,
Within my dreaming, longing.
Nancy France, May 1, 2013
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Friday, December 09, 2011
Running With the Wind
Nancy France
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Autumn Comes In
Autumn comes in with blustery breath,
Huffing and puffing and making the trees talk,
Saying rude things and uttering regretful gasps,
As their leaves are plucked
One by one and by the dozen,
As the fruit of a summer’s labor is
Whisked away and shaken from their grasp.
So, be fussed and bedazzled
By Northern air and blue sky
And the colorful tatters of summer’s lace,
We work to gather the fallen fruit for winter’s living.
We stack the leaves in gathered piles to create spring’s promise
In their death and decay,
Before the next gust calls them to play in the wind
One last time before slumbering in Demeter’s embrace
But,
When winter at last comes to stay,
Sere and dry
Or wet and dank
Or frozen and still
We miss summer’s heat and rampant growth.
The breathy wonder of season’s change
Can make us sing and sigh.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
September Sky
It was a beautiful day to fly
through azure skies as deep as a tropical sea.
It must have drawn the eye
up to see and admire
the sight of sharp edged tower
against that infinite sky.
The air was so clear and filled with light
that you had to envy those
able to travel in buoyant flight,
‘til the comfort of the familiar wing
became unease, an incomprehensible thing
unfolding within our unwilling sight.
And when it hit and when it burned
a nation cried
a city yearned
for the safety of innocence lost
as every bad dream was tossed
within a lesson in terror too well learned.
Nancy France September 11, 2007
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Silence
Friday, August 31, 2007
Missed Wishes
Outside I sat,
heated and embraced by my own salt tinged sheen,
when, I felt the lightest brush
of rain cooled air.
like a mother's kiss on fevered brow.
It took me aback,
this brush of angel wing,
the clean scent of water washed breeze,
and I turned my head,
I closed my eyes,
trying to connect again
with the tender brushed embrace.
But, like too many loves
it left me unsettled and wishing,
wondering why it was
and then was
no more.
Then, when the promise of showered gust
fell hard and reached with damp fingers
for me,
I was inside.
I missed the rendevous.
As I understood the kiss,
for an invitation to dance with the wind
and leap into its cooling grasp,
to release my heat into its captivity.
But, like too many loves
I left it too late and unsettled,
wondering why I took
of its free gift
nothing.
I heard the rain fall without me.
Part of me wanting to be within,
part of me yearning to be without,
wrapped in, and wearing a rainbow,of wishes unfulfilled.