Under the Stars

Open the windows
close the windows
so goes the rhythm as
we let in and close out.

shut out the cold of winter
and snows that blanket all
bring in the warmth of spring
with the fragrance of its blooms.

shut out summer’s heat
and the weeds that inflame
open to fall’s kaleidoscope
spinning in its autumn breeze.

Open the windows
close the windows
so goes the rhythm as
we let in and close out.


****

Open the windows
let fresh air and sunlight in
gaze lovingly at
the stars and moon.

While bodies are housed inside
hearts and souls can roam
out under the stars
where dreams are made.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
The rituals of daily life, with its cycles of opening and closing.

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Earlgreytea
"While bodies are housed inside
hearts and souls can roam
out under the stars
where dreams are made",
poetically says it all..., encouraging, that even though life can be humdrum and routine, the possibility for magic is always in our hands..., lovely, thanks...
hedistuff
lovely poem...
Happygolucky4u
sigh Made me think some places actually have seasons. I loved the ending. bouquet
agoodguy2have
GNJ: There's no more to do but reiterate, "so goes the rhythm as
we let in and close out." - thank you. ;-]
Ladyjj
A lovely poem Gnj..Could feel the changing seasons as the year's moved on in my old loved home..thankyou.

Ljj.. wine angel
ChristopherAllen
Very nice.
trurorob
we do seem to cycle through life, nice J!!
rob
caroljoyce
I love the idea of souls pottering about freely, unhindered .What a lovely concept.
jazzy75
gnj4u - lovely rhythm and expression...it's the nature of lifecheers
Kacey_01
Great write,
especially liked -- 'open to fall’s kaleidoscope
spinning in its autumn breeze.' Captures all those colours and patterns and windy actions :) And i thought like in nature is a smaller scale repeat of the action/cycle/life of the larger poems whole.
gnj4u
Hi, Earlgreytea, hedistuff, Happygolucky4u, agoodguy2have, Ladyjj, ChristopherAllen, trurorob, caroljoyce, jazzy7, and Kacey_01,
I agree, "the possibility for magic is always in our hands". Seasons of the year and of life each have their particular beauty in the never-ending circle of life, each full of possibilities. I thank each of you for your kind comments.
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