Thursday, August 16, 2012

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



christinalfrutiger said...

This is just beautiful...words and photo!

Mystic Meandering said...

I love the "door of night." It is my favorite time of the "day" - an entryway into sweet Silence, although my doorway doesn't look quite like yours! :) Beautiful photo...

Heather said...

Beautiful photo! And your short poem matches the mood of it perfectly. I wish I was brave enough to post my own poems on my blog...