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.

And I always love your poems–the language, the ideas, and the craft –and simply their being by you.
Thank you so much,David
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
Thank you,David.I always get pleasure and learn from your thoughtful comments..I am glad to hear you feel so good,Katherine