On a moist and mizzling day,
my skin is pearled with gossamer
mist, eyes wide with the expanse of grey
above me, dotted with a scattering
of distant birds. There is only emptiness
and portents of winter in the yawning sky,
and the days seem filled with loneliness.
But when evening comes
and the cloud is gone,
I am surprised by a blaze
of stars, a sliver of silver moon,
and the sparkle of November
frost makes the sky seem brighter;
filled with hope, my heart is lighter.
Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Saturday with Wild Woman: the places that heal us, also linked to earthweal open link weekend #45
Sherry is our host this weekend and she introduces her prompt with ‘A Poem on Hope’ by Wendell Berry. Sherry says that, in these gloomy times when it is difficult to hold onto hope, this poem speaks to use about what is solid beneath our feet, which is why she would like us to write poems about the places we love, that heal us, that call to us and wrap their arms around us; the places we go to replenish our stores of hope.