... through the winter garden.
Sage wisdom rests deceptively,
While summertime joy rusts on the wall,
And buds wrestle wood and frost and bone.
Birds have a dwindling pantry.
Grief remembers it still.
Other ghosts will always remain defiant
Even as lost lagan and derelict are sheltered like treasure.
8 comments:
Poetry...sheer poetry.
So much beauty here -- I am so glad that you're blogging again, Kim!
Really lovely!
One more time i realize how important it is to share beauty: it nourishes the soul.I found this quote on Teresa Robinson's blog today and it expresses perfectly what i felt reading your words and admiring your pictures: " As soon as we choose Beauty, unseen forces conspire to guide and encourage us towards unexpected forms of compassion, healing and creativity".
Lovely words - I would say too that as we choose beauty, we disable in one small way the forces of ugliness and meanness in the world as well
mmm, savoring the words...xox
I haven't visited your place in a very long time...your words and pictures bring me peace and calm
my heart. Lovely...
Thank you - I feel the need to spread a little calm around my corner of the world. It's crazy out there.
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