Waves

 It comes in waves

they say

I see

the sea

and drown

waves rise up to the surface

while I get dragged by deep currents

my thoughts

my breath

my body

my soul

my self

New every Morning

 ...

Here are the skies all burnished brightly,
Here is the spent earth all re-born,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share with the morn
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.

Every day is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again.

Susan Coolidge (extract from 'New every morning')

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/new-every-morning/

The sky

The air

My breath, high

Blow Yours there

Here, I hear

The north wind

You're near

 

 Deep

I am what I am not

In this density

Thick, deep, I forgot

The immensity, the intensity

In her eyes

Beyond the skies and the land

Beside the mundane, the daily tasks

The imprint of her gemtle hand

I carry on my coffee flasks

Empty 

Space, inside and outside

Resonance of her laughter I hear

My heart smiling inside

Bitter sweet she is far and near

Deep 

silently I weep

 

Spellbound

Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.

 

Winter Verse

Deep in the ground of the human soul

Of victory assured

The Spirit-Sun is living.

All through the winter of the inner life

The faithful heart divines it.

 GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN

While witches kept their watching O’er sleeping flock by night, Behold, throughout the night sky, There shone a magic light.

Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
The Solstice sun is born.

The witches danced and feasted, When lo, there was rebirth.
The sunbeams climbed the mountains
And poured across the earth.

Down in a lowly valley,
The sun rays lit the morn,
And life began a-stirring
To sing this solstice song.