Attention must be paid to each small thing

The air feel still and cool and nothing moves
The birds  have disappeared and do not sing.
Life  feels distant, love’s in interlude

As we age  when health  and wit we lose
What new  learning may our own life  bring?
The air feel still and cool and nothing moves

Are we present to  the life we choose?
Attention must be paid to each small thing
Life  feels distant,  heart feels un-renewed

Like the dough we must be left to rise
The hidden power of yeast the flour shall wring
Minute yet powerful,  how the grains collide

Hidden in the dark ,what myriad eyes
Insects scurry, wasps to nettles cling
Life  feels distant, lovers lost are rued

Now  we feel the breath of a small wind
A whispering voice, the holy dove descends
The air feel still and cool and nothing moves
Consoled by  darkness, we await its clues.

4 thoughts on “Attention must be paid to each small thing

  1. So nice, Katherine, so sweet and wistful. The feeling tone of my life these days is diffrerent it appears than yours. I feel energetic and happy, though I can certainly identify closelly with your moods, and feel them, and find them so moving, Sad, yet there is hope in your poems, not hopelessness.

    I can see you’re being productive and that your writing skill is very high, and you should be proud of it.

    Best wishes, dear friend. David

    1. Thank you,David.I always get pleasure and learn from your thoughtful comments..I am glad to hear you feel so good,Katherine

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