Thursday, August 05, 2010

Thursday Poem - At the Door of Night

at the door of night, my mirrored
pond holds the setting sun like a jewel
and all the herons homeward go,
backlighted against the trees

upon the shore we three stand
watching rapt, as the thousand
things that formed this day
are folding inward slowly

(Me)

5 comments:

Silver Birch said...

Beautiful.

Lindsay said...

Every time I read your blog (and I read it almost every day), I want to say Thank you.

judy said...

"Me" is a such a good poet!

One Woman's Journey said...

I will echo Linsay - thank you..

Cheryl Doran-Girard said...

Lovely words and image...