West Virginia Morning: Becoming

You with your dew-soaked grasses and white sky;
how you cup the filmy mist into your dimpled places,
and the trees, ah, the trees—bending low,
dipped down in grace. How I’ve missed
moving slow with you, the curve of you
pressing into me; hill after undulating hill
in the distance, hugging my very being until
I am air and blade and leaf—molded into you,
no longer alone; becoming. Each time I peer
into your heart I lose myself, yet … I become
more of what I was meant to be.

Comments

  1. smoothstones says

    I think what moves me most about this piece is really feeling your love for your home. There’s so much beauty in that, in your appreciation.

  2. Jen says

    This is the kind of poetry that makes one envious. 🙂 Your blog was mentioned by another blogger at The Loft (a link-up), so I stopped by for a visit. It was well worthwhile.
    Jen 🙂

  3. says

    What a lovely poem! Such feeling. It’s beautiful.
    I found this site from a link on Redemption’s Beauty, and I’m glad I did! This makes me want to dip back into my poetry, which I haven’t done in quite awhile.

  4. says

    Thank you, Angela, I’m glad you stopped by. Shelly is a dear friend and it’s always nice to meet more of her friends! Poetry has been a gift to me this past year. Yes, dip back in! Let me know if you do, I’d love to read 🙂

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