Winter's tale

Inspired by Enya - "The Memories of Trees"

In the forest greens I find myself,

Carefully and quietly I continue on my path,

I notice the clouds heavy with rain so I pick up my pace

And suddenly the clouds give in to the mass, and rain begins to drop

 Trying to find shelter, I wrap in my body on the foot of the tree like a lost puppy in a cold winter’s day

I see light rays out in the distance and a realisation sneaks up on me

 

Its time, that time when I must stand up and walk...crawl if I must

It’s that time when all seems lost but not gone

It’s that time to move with the wind and hope where I stop is where am meant to be

Up in the sphere...cloud nine

Up in the sky, free flying

Trying hard to reach that place, the place where birds fly high

It’s time for my enthusiasm to overwhelm my reality, I whisper to myself!

 

The wind blows to the west, am compelled to follow

Am thrilled for a new beginning past this downpour

Am eager for a chance to create new memories

The ineffective winter sun today shows me the way

By Odette Ntambara 

Reviews

[EileenMarie]

Am eager for a chance to create new memories. What a powerful line. I love the style of this poem. Beautiful!

[Odette Ntambara]

Thanks so much for the review, Much appreciated!

[angelina neves]

lovely! the end has a lot of power!
"Am thrilled for a new beginning past this downpour

Am eager for a chance to create new memories

The ineffective winter sun today shows me the way"

[Odette Ntambara]

Thank you so much for your review and the kind comment. :)

[Helen Crutchett]

Beautifully written poem that was inspired by Enya. I felt the lightness and airiness in this! Thank you for joining in the contest with your wonderfully evocative piece!

~ Helena ~

[Odette Ntambara]

Many thanks for taking the time to read it