Monday, October 20, 2008
The Transformation (poem)
The Transformation
At first she could not
tell anyone.
Can the wind speak
its secrets,
the candle after the light
has gone.
Then she grew less
reticent and found
a great mushroom
in the forest,
its wings lifted toward
where she had been.
She bent down
and listened.
Slowly she opened
her throat.
Then she heard the choir
of the mountain daffodils,
the soothing hush of the pines.
A distant planet
turning as if a
spiral in space
left a path of sound.
.
She joined in.
Now she is at peace.
The seeds of the sun shine
in her eyes.
Dorothy Walters
October 16, 2008
At first she could not
tell anyone.
Can the wind speak
its secrets,
the candle after the light
has gone.
Then she grew less
reticent and found
a great mushroom
in the forest,
its wings lifted toward
where she had been.
She bent down
and listened.
Slowly she opened
her throat.
Then she heard the choir
of the mountain daffodils,
the soothing hush of the pines.
A distant planet
turning as if a
spiral in space
left a path of sound.
.
She joined in.
Now she is at peace.
The seeds of the sun shine
in her eyes.
Dorothy Walters
October 16, 2008
