It’s hard to remember all the details of the day I died.
It’s mostly just a blur now.
Guess it really doesn’t matter,
But I think it was a Thursday…
A cold and cloudy late fall Thursday afternoon,
Windy and gray.
Cold, strong winds buffeted my little house while
Trees danced together above the skylight.
The wood stove was blazing across the room.
Its smoke blew by the windows on gusts of northern winds.
Fall’s blazing colors had already faded to the browns and grays of late November and gangs of dry leaves blew across the yard gathering in wood’s hollows and house corners.
No song birds were left behind, the only sound a murder of crows that had gathered on the edge of the clearing, watching, waiting … did they know?
My afternoon tea was steaming on the table beside me as evening shadows grew longer preparing to swallow my cottage in darkness. Night was coming on earlier and earlier as late autumn made its way closer to winter.
I had gotten up to put another log on the fire and then rearranged myself back in my fireside chair, ready to read, when it began …
At first it was just a familiar sleepy feeling but as the feeling deepened, I realized something was Different; the slowing was within me, deep within, not of this time or place.
The trees continued their dance but now in slow motion silence.
The crackling of the stove became faint and far away.
What my eyes took in no longer mattered,
And feeling my heart beat stop had no effect on me.
My breath had slowed to a stuttering sign as I felt the me inside
Float to the surface and leave this plain of existence.
I passed into another realm,
The veil between the worlds having been lifted for my entrance.
I cannot accurately explain what I saw and felt as
It is not of this world or this mind set to understand but
They were all there, the “they” I wanted and needed.
My being became wrapped in love and acceptance, a total eternal acceptance.
All pretenses were stripped away and time ceased to exist.
I never wanted to leave and rejoiced in the knowing that I would never have to as
All endings had been left behind.
It’s all still just a blur,
Guess it really doesn’t matter
But I think it was a Thursday…
Surreal… and peaceful. Lovely poem ma’am:)
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Thank you for reading and commenting, much appreciated! Michelle
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Very, very, good, Michelle. And a fine allegory for lost love
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Thank you my friend, thank you 🙂
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Michelle, beautiful moving story poem – a light tender touch of description and you really capture nature and its atmosphere. Lovely.
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thank you so much for reading, your kind comments and follow! Much appreciated!!
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Its amazing
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Thank you 🙂
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WOW !! ☺☺☺☺☺
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