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Waiting for the Wind
To move
To fill my sail or soul
To move me along the course
The path
The way
I should go
Sometimes
The stillness
Makes me nervous
No action
No hustle
No bustle
No moving here and there
Just an invitation
To be still
To wait
To listen
© 2018 Julie Clark
The waves are breaking
Foaming on the shore
The sun is sparkling
White on the water
The tide is singing
As it reaches for more
You could sit here
And let the constant wind
Teach you
Or a protective little dog
Who hates to see
his pack separated
Unity, perhaps –
No one should be left behind
Stick together
It’s better,
Safer for all
The waves might be saying
I’m coming back for you
Are you open?
Are you ready?
The wind relentlessly blowing
Louder than a whisper
More of a roar
I’m taking in deep breaths
Of sea air
I’m hearing the call:
Come with me
I am ever present, ever moving
Though you do not see me
But you can fly on this current
If you let go
See the kites?
© 2016 Julie Clark
Welcome Spring
Once again renew our hearts
With hope we cannot otherwise find
Unless you bloom with blossoms pink
And bulbs push up the soggy earth
Unless you conquer winter’s frost
With wind’s strong blasts
And skies that rend the heavy clouds
Welcome Spring
Renew our hearts with joy
To sing the ancient songs that well within
When sights of life and beauty overcome
Calling forth our voices
Our steps will lighten into the dance
Joining all creation as life renews itself again
This time each year
© 2016 Julie Clark
It was all there
down at the beach today
we were hushed and in awe
at the glory in the rain
and in the sun
glory in the forest
and in the sea
glory in the fresh air
filling our lungs
in the wind
sweeping by
glory in the bright blue sky
and the deep dark clouds
glory in the walking
glory in the heron
chased into flight
by a pair of labs
glory in our pup
running back and forth
and glory
in the bald eagle
swooping near
© 2014 Julie Clark
Wind and rain
are good for waking a soul
from slumber
No sleep walking
when there is
a shaking, blowing
bracing wind
to contend with
and rain dampening
the leaves
scattered and swished
into patterns
as if a giant mixer
had them in it’s bowl and turned them out
across lawn and street
red plum, orange japanese maple,
yellow birch
Let my soul be awakened and shaken
My life lived
full of patterns and abundant in colors
alert to the possibilities
of each new day
that half closed eyes
may miss.
© 2013 Julie Clark
The last of the plum-tree leaves
Are stubbornly hanging on
They have been through storms of rain
And shaking wind
As the darkness keeps growing
Encasing us on both sides of the day
Their fallen comrades have been raked
Piled and composted several times now
Storm drains cleared again and again
Keeping a lake from forming in the middle of our street
When will these last holdouts succumb
To the pull of gravity and their fate?
What still clings to me, dead and dying?
What still needs to go of my negative attitudes and unbelief?
Impatience and arrogance
O Wind shake them off!
What about doubt and despair?
Yes, please come and blow them away too!
Something in me wants to hibernate for a while
I am ready to
Let the outer bareness take over
And surrender
To an inner working
Where strength slowly gathers
Like sap in the inner core
Eventually after a long winter’s rest
To give way to new life and being
But not just yet
Let the rain, darkness and wind come!
Shake me once again
Until all has fallen that needs to fall
For this season I now embrace
© 2011 Julie Clark
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