Thursday, July 03, 2008

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



tj said...


Roswila said...

the thousand
things that formed this day
are folding inward slowly

Lovely closing lines.

Shelli said...

I love your poetry, and the photo is gorgeous

SandyCarlson said...

Thanks for bringing us into this quiet moment at the end of the day. Sure is a great piece. I love the closing, too.

Sorrow said...

The image and the words work very well together, and have a very deep pull to introspection...
hank you, this was very moving.

hele said...

For a moment I caught a reflection of the awe.

Raven said...

This poem whispers with the same hushed beauty as the photo. I was going to pick out the phrases I especially liked but I'd have just had to copy the whole poem. It's beautiful. The words feel to me like they carry the energy of a sacred moment. Thank you for bringing me into that experience with you.

Edward S Gault said...

What can I add to all that's been said above?
Simply Beautiful!
Thank You.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

I will remember this moment you brought to us with your words and photo for a long time.