autumn non-prayer

 

you lift your face

 

toward the sky

 

requesting grace

 

 

a cloud drifts by

 

and children jubliant

 

in fallen leaves

 

 

I touch my nose

 

to frostnipped soil

 

in reverence

 

 

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-10-29 at 16:30

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Katarina Wikholm
Countryfrog: For me prayer is actually something worded, something formally religious. It goes with the "requesting" of grace.

As contrasted by the simple joy of children and the wordless communion with the living earth, even when stunned by early winter
2012-10-31


countryfog
Lifted up toward grace, grounded in joy, bowed in reverence . . . the hopeful and grateful gestures we should make every day but so often don't. I'm curious about the title, this seems to me very much a prayer.
2012-10-31


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2012-10-31


Katarina Wikholm
I'm less than thrilled about the title but decided to let it stand for now. Autumn obeisance or Autumn communion, maybe?
2012-10-30



This brings to mind an image I saw of a vintner kneeling before a vine having scooped up a handful of dirt, holding it to his nose and inhaling deeply. There is a passion for the earth here in your poem.
2012-10-30