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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:

  1. GuySeptember 15, 2011 9:51 am

    Hi Cate

    A really beautiful post.

    Guy

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  2. CindySeptember 15, 2011 10:10 am

    That's absolutely beautiful. Thank you.

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  3. One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.September 15, 2011 12:15 pm

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

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  4. Mystic MeanderingSeptember 15, 2011 1:56 pm

    "...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!

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  5. the wild magnoliaSeptember 15, 2011 4:13 pm

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  6. the wild magnoliaSeptember 15, 2011 4:27 pm

    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.

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  7. ShannonSeptember 15, 2011 4:48 pm

    I love this! so amazing.

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  8. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2011 9:13 am

    Beautiful--I always stop to read your poems.

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