Frozen in Time
Bright orange flares seen through clouds above the distant horizon,
Just like a parrot whose ‘hello’ brightens a passing stranger.
Look ahead and take notice; don’t miss out, oh wisest one.
There it is like a pretty bird greeting, not warning of danger.
I suppose the chord of umbilici, which is severed at birth,
Begins the life outside in a cold and glorious, winter world.
For some whose desires and needs exist greater than mirth;
Life becomes whole to explore, a mother’s connection unfurled.
When you cast your vision upon the grey branches of wood,
And their temporary lifeless existence seems so cold;
Do they resemble a whip used to lash upon callously rude?
Or growing quietly in their own wisdom, a story untold?
Passion inside makes my eyes gaze longer and grasp notice,
Because I have seen the glory, the good, the bad and the noble.
Have you seen and known or felt the beauty of such landscape?
Do you stand frozen in time as the seasons test your patience?
I see what can not be seen, nor heard, nor possibly felt.
I know the hope which exists for all amidst these frozen times.
My limbs go forward, cooled on this country path, to where?
Seemingly, they glide my mind to reach higher and farther.
To paint the picture of my life more colorfully,
As I know the gray and stretched clouds will not stay.
Brighter times seek me out, as I close in on each step,
Past the trees along the road, enduring more extreme than me.
The cycle of the leaf rekindles numerous forgotten acres.
What have I returned to mankind and nature in like?
I shall look to the energy of wisdom and those that guide me,
And keep me walking forward as I hit the mighty bend.
What becomes of the whistling parrot, whose song is now gone?
Was time not kind to the clipped, caged, and motionless?
Adored and cared for, forgets her dixie tune, yet not to be free?
Why do I care about such a creature, such pretty bird not raged?
Woman and man, like nature, must weather these seasons;
To endure her appetite for change, some more kind than others.
One day then, I will wake and recount my service, love and gratitude;
Because what I created out of love and passion …
Brought me home and comfort in a splendid paradise!
by Caroline Clemens
picture credit Sherry Lachelle