a fragment of a dream, caught in the morning light

and I am reminded again of who I am,
what I see when I look up at the night sky,
the scent of the earth in spring–

I feel the summer lingering,
long days of sun and sand
and the salty taste I carry
through days that follow me in rhythm
with the waves–

I see the sharpness of blue sky
behind black branches,
a playground of white snow
that culminates in hot chocolate,
logs burning,
the inside warming the outer—

I have been uprooted and transplanted
so many times that nowhere is home–
everything is temporary–
I’m always expecting to move on–

but I remember looking up
through the shade of oak trees,
the roses in my mother’s garden,
lilacs filled with butterflies—

the rust and gold of autumn
singing beneath my feet

For the earthweal challenge, a song of earth-praise from 2019. How far away that seems now. But I am still thinking of my mother.

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25 responses to “a fragment of a dream, caught in the morning light”

  1. judeitakali says :

    Beautiful and a little sad

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  2. Sherry Marr says :

    This is beautiful. I have been uprooted so many times in life, that I learned we carry home within us, and it is centered in memories of those places of safety and security in our youth. Sigh. Such a beautiful poem!

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  3. Suzanne says :

    This is beautiful – a mother’s love held within despite many changes

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  4. robertawrites235681907 says :

    This really is beautiful, Kerfe. There is more to life than the things that surround us and much pleasure to be found in nature and our natural environment.

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  5. Betty Hayes Albright says :

    I agree with others — this is beautiful. It even left me a bit breathless for some reason…. perhaps because it made me think of my own mother’s garden from many years ago. Thank you for the lovely imagery, Kerfe.

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  6. susanstoo says :

    I like that you attached the song to this poem ripe with wonderful images.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Ingrid says :

    ‘I have been uprooted and transplanted
    so many times that nowhere is home–’
    How I felt these lines! I’ve done it so many times I am gradually learning to go with the flow. There is a kind of peace in acceptance…

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  8. Brendan says :

    So sweetly put, Kerfe. There’s deep solace where you conclude.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Bela Johnson says :

    Nice, wistful, poignant.

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