The Breeze

The breeze rustling through the plum trees

Against the clear morning blue

Catches my breath

Suddenly I am in the mountains

Somewhere

It could be the Crestline of my youth

Or Dutch Flat where we spent many a summer day

With our little ones and extended family

Or the Tien Shan

Which we lived in the shadow of for so many years

It is the stillness

Interrupted by the playful breeze

It is the fresh morning air

And sun awakened scents

That bring this mountain peace to me

It connects with a longing for rest

The need to just be

To slow down

To enjoy unfolding beauty

Not to rush off

To the next thing on my list

© 2011 Julie Clark

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Categories: Poetry, Trees | Tags: , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “The Breeze

  1. Amy Pratten

    That was such a beautiful poem to read!! i loved it!! =)

  2. I couldn’t find the “Like” button on your blog. Lol.

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