December 6, 2019 by ebbtide observation Poetry December, life, movement, nature, peace, poem, Poetry, seasons, stillness, trees, wind, writing 10 Comments December’s iron door has opened and the trees seem more deeply rooted, tucked further into stillness winter may heave its bitter winds, yet the trees depict the difference between moving and being moved © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading... Related
Lovely poem. Of course. ❤️ Yet from another angle both the moving and the being moved are one, not to mention – all being after all being but words – the being being moved. The observer? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Absolutely gorgeous, I love the ‘iron door’ like your other commenters, also love the sense of stillness and strength. LikeLike Reply
Wow. This is an incredibly moving poem. I love it.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Lovely poem. Of course. ❤️ Yet from another angle both the moving and the being moved are one, not to mention – all being after all being but words – the being being moved. The observer?
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Who’s on first? 😉
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Just a moment … Let me check the time then I’ll get back to yo on that..
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🙂
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I love that description ‘December’s iron door’ Sarah.
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Thank you, John!
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I too especially love “December’s iron door”. Beautiful poem, Sarah. ❤️
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Absolutely gorgeous, I love the ‘iron door’ like your other commenters, also love the sense of stillness and strength.
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