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)
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)
Beautiful
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ReplyDeletethings that formed this day
are folding inward slowly
Lovely closing lines.
I love your poetry, and the photo is gorgeous
ReplyDeleteThanks for bringing us into this quiet moment at the end of the day. Sure is a great piece. I love the closing, too.
ReplyDeleteThe image and the words work very well together, and have a very deep pull to introspection...
ReplyDeletehank you, this was very moving.
For a moment I caught a reflection of the awe.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteWhat can I add to all that's been said above?
ReplyDeleteSimply Beautiful!
Thank You.
I will remember this moment you brought to us with your words and photo for a long time.
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