Wednesday, October 21, 2009

what we won

The sky tossed jewels that day, a carpet
crunching under our booted feet
and lining the trails with brilliance.

That night, surely the moon painted us a curve
of shimmer through the forest, so the thought
of getting lost never crossed our minds.

Instead we shuffled our feet, stomped
and blew frosty breath into chilled hands, reluctant
to head home just yet and kill the moment.

Rachel Westfall
October 21, 2009

10 comments:

Char said...

There are moments that we just don't ever want to
end....even if we are frostbitten.

christopher said...

I am happy to see your face, dear.

{{{Rachel}}}

Julie said...

Fantastic. I love that ending, too. The stanzas flow with beautiful music.

RachelW said...

Char, yes, that's so exactly it!

Christopher, thank you! And hugs right back. I'm trying to be... present... not hiding so much. Hopefully I can be more present now that the Trevor case has come to an agreeable ending. That took up so much of my spare time these past few months.

Julie, thank you; I'm so glad you liked it!

jonnia said...

I was reluctant to leave the poem - lovely

Fireblossom said...

Beautifully rendered, Rachel. Some moments, we just want to hang on to!

audrey said...

I like this poem a lot. The comparisons, the light of the moon, the peace, the fun.... A lot said in a few words. I wanted to be there.

namingconstellations said...

The very essence of hope; I love it!

Karen said...

I love the image of jewels tossed at your feet - beautiful. The moment sounds as if it were made for poetry.

swapnap said...

I could sense the reluctance to kill the moment.Wonderfully captured in words...enjoyed reading this one.