Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Swing

This photo of item # 1987.17 at the Hunter Museum of American Art was contributed under the team name "The_Mexican_Villains" as part of the Wikipedia Loves Art project in February 2009.
Hunter Museum of American Art
The original photograph on Flickr was taken by kaldari


A bit of rope
hoists dry wood,
an ark to sail through the seasons.


Dry plank kissed with snow,
you sit quietly awaiting the spring
when children will find you
and laughter abounds.
Until then, sit in the silver silence
of dusted snow,
wind caressing your gnarled wood
as you watch over wood pile beneath you.


Dizzying, the canopy of leaves sways above
s toes touch sky
leaving the ground
far below.
Sun glints off leaves
and filters the new breath of spring’s promise
as grubs burrow deeply
confessing dark secrets to succulent earth.

Wood warms to the syrup of summer sun
twisting through shady pine
the still air weighty in  
somnolent afternoon.
Pine needles blanket the scuff
where small feet have
leapt from earth,
trading fear for the promise of freedom .

Cold air bites and nips
as it pulls leaves desultorily
to ground around you.
Days shorten.
Wind sharpens.
Few attempt flight now.

A bit of rope
hoists dry wood,
an ark to sail through the seasons.


Copyright/All rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2012



10 comments:

  1. A great ending to a beautiful poem....A bit of rope
    hoists dry wood,
    an ark to sail through the seasons....love it!

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  2. It is a lovelypoem that bring the reader into that plave. Just lovely :)

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    1. Thank you Audra! Thank you for stopping by--do you blog?

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  3. This resonates with me on so many levels. Gorgeous!

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    1. Thank you for stopping by! And you my dear are an amazing photographer!

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