My Poem for July

Seeing the Now

Only with age, can I see
that looking behind is futile,
to release mistakes made
allows the viewing of the present
which is, in itself, a gift.

The formation of clouds,
a murmuration of birds,
a smile on someone’s face.
The shade of bluebells,
wind waving on water,
glistening leaves after rain.

The now can be lost whilst peering ahead,
risking it all being missed;
to look forwards or backwards
fades colour and contrast
shading what should be sunkissed.

Maria Stephenson

 

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