Stages of Thought
Field bound, lazing in the warmth of a still spring day
while time sleeps by as the murmur of a brook in summer heat.
Glowing in the embrace of one that loves without question
we think in quiet voices of dreams, what mays, and life’s small victories.
Harnessed as the plow horse in the sweat of honest labor
while pressed with endless gravity upon every forward movement.
Glowing in the fellowship of reaching common goals
we think in reaching strides of wondrous methods and new horizons.
Set free as a river that flows beyond a dam
while weariness creeps in of our time spent so dearly.
Glowing with the love of those we helped on their way
we think of witnessed wonders and days gone by.
Another poem I wrote is in the link below. It is of the same general process of thought. If you enjoyed 'Stages of Thought', you may enjoy 'Waning' as well. I am not promoting the Deadbeat poets literary blog, although there is some good work there; I am unable to make a hub of 'Waning' as it was published on their site prior to my entries at HubPages.
- DEAD BEATS
Waning by Ryan McGill We frolic in the warmth of summer’s waning sun and slowly layer ourselves for winter’s isolation. We tread through the corpses of nature’s love; fighting off the crispness of...