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OF THINGS THAT PASS by Tammy T. Stone

There’s a precious moment between seasons when a natural cycle has ended and things begin to stand still...

It isn’t long before this quietude invites a gale of tumultuous and conflicting emotions that also have a softness, a delicate quality. For me, it is a time of contemplation, of ruminations and a hope inflected with nostalgia for how things were. The ineffable weaves into a very palpable, even sensual present moment. Poetic expression layered on top of the vantage point of being in the eye of the storm allows me to experience and to witness together in a very therapeutic way; this is the poem that resulted.
Pictured is the author Tammy T. Stone


Of Things That Pass
by Tammy T. Stone


I fall before you, big wind.
I am tired, and need a tree to sit under,
I have been waiting such a long time.
If I can’t live there, yet,
on the horizon’s far side, I would
like at least to turn my eyes
upward to the sky’s streaky,
crimson dreams.

I want to feel beauty’s skin
on my skin, a life’s sum of the simplest
things, the wild belly laughs of
youth, hair all messed up
from wild play on a fearless day.
I didn’t know what I had,
I didn’t have the capacity for
acknowledgement.

I have searched long and deep,
entwining with life’s decorations,
flirting with emptiness,
that beguiling, sinewy story
that never runs out,
the way I will run out.

I want to start with beauty,

Of things that pass,
wheels of merriment
topping the world.
It’s time to build the magic
together, even as I crawl low
to the ground, the sun long set,
where I can fall into
Earth’s green embrace,
Soaked after rain, a universe of
Scents, textures and hope.
Photography by the author Tammy T. Stone



Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's pagetwitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.



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