REDUCTION IN FORCE

As I walk the old railroad bed away from town
violets and periwinkles peer from bright green ground cover
and the funky protozoan scent of the Raritan fills my nostrils.
A cardinal’s scarlet flashes from a Sycamore overhead
and two gold finches,like acrobatic dandelions,
frolic through the green haze of trees. 
The path is lined with skunk cabbage, daffodils and buttercups,
their mix of intention and happenstance so like life’s.
High above, almost out of range, a hawk circles.
The hum of the nearby Interstate hardly matters here.
Its slinky spasms and urgencies are no longer my problem.
I’ve traded those for the white flowers of May Apples,
emerald velvet of moss and the disappearing tail of a red fox
trotting into the trees.
The world of commerce and its stresses
computers, paperwork, clocks  
and what they count
roll off me in a grateful sigh.
 
I have lost my job and gained the world.
 
 

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Cynthia M. Sheward

Cynthia Sheward has written poetry since she was a child. She was born in Massachusetts but spent her young life in New Jersey. She applied her English degree from Arcadia University teaching junior-senior high school in Vermont the 70’s. In the 80s, she and her husband built their own house with their own hands in the mountains of North Carolina. In the 90s, she returned to NJ where she worked for a Fortune 500 corporation until her retirement. Her work has been published in Friends Journal, Evening Street, the Bennington Banner, Fiber Arts Magazine, the Mountain Times and various other print media. She currently resides in Jupiter, Florida.

9 thoughts on “REDUCTION IN FORCE”

  1. Cindy, this is beautiful. It feels as if it is coming through Mother’s eyes as well as yours. She would have loved it too!

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  2. This is beautiful, Cindy. I’m awed by your talent and love reading all your poems.

    Love, Jill

    On Tue, Jul 7, 2020 at 6:32 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:

    > Cynthia M. Sheward posted: ” As I walk the old railroad bed away from town > violets and periwinkles peer from bright green ground cover and the funky > protozoan scent of the Raritan fills my nostrils. A cardinal’s scarlet > flashes from a Sycamore overhead and two gold finches,like acro” >

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