Thursday, March 19, 2015

Thursday Poem - Offering

These woods
on the edges of a lake
are settling now
to winter darkness.
Whatever was going to die
is gone --
crickets, ferns, swampgrass.
Bare earth fills long spaces of a field.
But look:
a single oak leaf
brown and shining
like a leather purse.
See what it so delicately offers
lying upturned on the path.
See how it reflects in its opened palm
a cup of deep, unending sky.

Laura Foley


Tabor said...

A really lovely photo, and I can say that as I am tired of winter pictures.

kerrdelune said...

Thanks Tabor, I am tired of winter images too - not to mention winter.