Poem #1 - Poetry Month

… April Poetry

POEM #1- Poetry Month

 

 

As I step off the back porch,

into the freshly fallen snow,

I look in all four directions

seeking balance in a new day.

 

As I walk through the snow,

Grandmother speaks to me:

     “Aztec, see how the snow

     covers and quenches the Crocuses thirst;

     how their purple or yellow petals

     reach for the sun’s warmth.

     Even as the whiteness

     and cold surrounds them,

     they survive and grow strong.

     You, like them,

     are the creatures of Nature.

     Never forget who you are,

     or where you are going.

     My grandson, be alive in the beauty

     above and below.

 

As I think on these words,

I smile

and renew my life’s journey

that will lead me to you.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.1.18

Author's Note

thanks for reading...
this was the first of the April poems written for Poetry Month...

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Interesting April poem and I did so enjoy it... Advice is always good if we listen carefully and the advice is coming from someone that knows!
Really enjoyed the read...
Lisasview, still in Spain

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

wonderful! i love the blend of nostalgia and wisdom. and i always found metaphors using nature to be so profound. we are all from the earth and we all return to the dirt, after all.

[Sami Khalil]

Words of wisdom passed down. Lessons must be learned to apply. The boy has assurances, confidence and renewed vigour.

[Soren]

Words of advice from an elder are always pearls and should be listened to. Very nicely done

[redzone]

Thank you Soren, I appreciate your kind words and review.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really like this one. It's all about the journey through life to me. Wonderful reflections. F.

[redzone]

Thank you Fabian, I much appreciated your comment and review.

[Arundass TP]

Happy New Year friend 💐

[emmajoygreen]

Life in the all around does not have to shout its presence day in-day out. If green or otherwise radiant, it lives.. as does the reader and writer, the dancer, designer and engineer of whatever works for those who have the time to stop and listen to letters placed.. just so.

A grandmother is walking history, used as guide and mentor shown by these words:. Wave at each of those beautiful ladies, present, past and those to come: 'Never forget who you are, - or where you are going. - My grandson, be alive in the beauty - above and below.' How preciously true

My thoughts about your words are as relevant now as were months before today, sir.

[AYVID N]

A grandmother's precious words that instill life in the poet everyday, imparting new vigour and inspiration. Blessed are those who have such a wealth of words to carry within them. They can over anything in this world. A special piem, indeed.

[Ken Simm.]

That is true advice that should be heeded. I thank your grandmother. Wise writing.