The sun’s warmth
Danced upon a barren land
Raising the first sprouts
Of a welcomed new beginning,
The first thread to start
The ever longed for journey,
The setting of a new home
Of a new lift
In an ever drowning conscious-
It was an awakening
That was long awaited
By all who followed
The same standards written hard
In the stone passed along
Until finally, finally
The words faded and imagination
Crept in,
The way it does,
Through a crack,
Through an open window,
Riding along on a fresh breath
A wind stealing seeds
And dropping them upon the heads
Of those ready for fertilization-
Knowing full well
That their work would not complete
Until Mother’s other hands
Provided their assistance
And realigned a life
Thrust off course
When direction was unknown.
To the sun,
To the rain,
To the soul
We give our hearts.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (1)
Just a small kernel, germinating & taking root, working its way through the rigid stones of ossified thought until finding the light, receiving the rains, & giving fresh birth to the imagination & all the world surrounding, singing for joy. Am I close?