D Gregory Smith

Eyes - A Poem For The New Year

Filed By D Gregory Smith | January 01, 2010 9:30 AM | comments

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Tags: D. Gregory Smith, New Year, Original Poems, poem for the new year, poetry, winter

Not rotted or frozen, but alive,
sleepily living
despite the layer of snow.

Something there,
and eyes are blind to it-
deny it even, and live the desperation,
hating that there is no green,
refusing to look at the evidence
under the snow.

The sages know.

They know white contains green in its spectrum,
and theirs are the faces that smile in the cold
with the pleasant secret of knowing
that there is no secret-

only eyes that choose to see wonder,
that love to look for green,

especially in a cold, white world.

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rapid butterfly | January 1, 2010 12:00 PM

lovely, and just the thing for what I see when I look outside. thank you for this.

What a great way to start the new year, Greg!

heart chakra | January 2, 2010 10:43 AM

Hope for the future
and the wonder of a beautiful world
yes the sages know
and you have helped me look and see
thank you for this
happy new year

When I read this, I began to hear Judy Collins singing "The Fallow Way". Do you know it?

"When silver stars are high and still
deep in the velvet of the sky..."
Oh yes, indeed.
Lovely to be compared to (or at least remind of) that....
Thank you.