Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The Moon by Rose Light

At twilight, an at-the-end-of-July blooming of the exquisite David Austin rose in my garden called simply "Heritage"...The perfect shape and glowing petals were a fine earthly counterpoint to the waxing moon last evening - the lady poured her light out over the garden, and the rose lifted her own face in greeting, gifting the realm of night with her own light and fragrance and silent song.

All the core elements of good counterpoint were there - a flowing lyrical relationship between two or more entities independent in their contour and rhythm, but perfectly and seamlessly interwoven in lineament and harmony.

Moon and night were exquisite in themselves, and together they formed a greater wholeness - as Cassie, Himself and I did for so many years and Spencer, Himself and I are doing now.  Ever companions, we compliment other perfectly and last night we were out in the garden together, breathing gently in and out as the moon moved across the sky.

Last evening, I sensed Cassie leaning contentedly against me as she did in life - she loved sunrises and summer moons and roses, and she would not miss such an evening with us for anything.  There we were again, Himself and I, Cassie on our left and Spencer on our right, all of us paw in paw.  Now we are four...

3 comments:

Kay G. said...

"The Moon by Rose Light", your words bring me much pleasure.
AND you have the photo to back it up! Thank you.

sarah said...

This is really beautiful. And the rose photo is gorgeous.

WoodSong said...

oh how I remember the beautiful still nights with my dear companion by my side.. she lord the moonlight as I do. I miss her so. Your own favor her in so many ways. xo