... 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.
Poetry...sheer poetry.
ReplyDeleteSo much beauty here -- I am so glad that you're blogging again, Kim!
ReplyDeleteReally lovely!
ReplyDeleteOne 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".
ReplyDeleteLovely 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
Deletemmm, savoring the words...xox
ReplyDeleteI haven't visited your place in a very long time...your words and pictures bring me peace and calm
ReplyDeletemy 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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