Thursday, September 15, 2011

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

(kerrdelune)

8 comments:

Guy said...

Hi Cate

A really beautiful post.

Guy

Cindy said...

That's absolutely beautiful. Thank you.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

There are no words
to describe the
beauty of this image
and words....

Mystic Meandering said...

"...at the door of night." I love that phrase. Stunning photo... Your jewel of a poem reminds me of the eldering process - "folding inwards slowly..." You are amazing!

the wild magnolia said...
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the wild magnolia said...

My head is turned by ease of the words as they travel straight to my heart.

My spirit says yes, yes, yes. This is how it feels to view the splendid beauty of our home, the mother earth.

Thank you for sharing by word and sight, the best beauty.

Shannon said...

I love this! so amazing.

liliannattel said...

Beautiful--I always stop to read your poems.