Wednesday, February 15, 2006

On getting old


It’s said that dreams inspire you—
and when you wake,
breath caught with joy,
you know it’s true
though you thought you were done with spring,
the long meander
through tall trees and waving grass.


© 2004 Christine Klocek-Lim
first published in "the Aurorean," March 2005, Volume 10, Issue 2

10 comments:

Pat Paulk said...

Love this!!! Much better than the snow!

Aurora said...

WOW! Everything is beautiful through your lens! And love the poem, Christine.

Terry Lim said...

This is one of my all time favorites!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Thanks everyone. I love this photo too because I took it in March a few years ago. It makes me think of spring. Aurora, I'm glad you like the poem. I love short poems, I just can't write them often. :-)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

words and picture!! wonderful

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Andrew,
Thank you!

Nick Zegarac said...

This is superb. The image is a perfect compliment.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Nick, thank you so much for stopping by and your kind words. :-)

its_baxter said...

this is great. really.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Ruthanne, glad you liked it.