Parting (Fall)
Parting (Fall)
I catch the parting of clouds
on the mountain rather than sky,
the baring of bared maples’ inner birch, silver linings bright
as any limb warmed,
light moving
as the crow flies.
So, we sometimes find
those lost, not
by looking up, but across,
right into the shine
of the valley of death;
so, we are sometimes wreathed
with a kindness that knows our shape, our face,
though it lies well beyond
our tracery.
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Here’s a drafty sort of poem about the way light seems to move in November. I will link to Real Toads Open Forum. Pics are mine.
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November 3, 2015 at 6:34 am
Nice, Karin. Comforting to remember that we are sometimes wreathed in kindness.
November 3, 2015 at 7:42 am
yes gratefulness is always deserving of us stewards
have a nice Tuesday
much love…
November 3, 2015 at 8:41 am
“light moving
as the crow flies..” such a perfect visual. Stunning photos, k–and a gentle, insightful poem full of the mysterious light and changing hues of autumn. The word ‘mercy’ seems to hang in the air over it. Just excellent.
November 3, 2015 at 8:50 am
Mercy! Perfect word that was beyond my reach– ha. Thanks. K.
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November 3, 2015 at 8:45 am
You captured the light wonderfully ….
November 3, 2015 at 8:50 am
Thank you, Helen.
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November 3, 2015 at 8:50 am
Exquisite photographs. And a beautiful verse to go along with them.
“..find/those lost, not/by looking up, but across..”: Perfect.
-HA
November 3, 2015 at 9:54 am
we sometimes find
those lost, not
by looking up, but across..
I love the way you have expressed this notion, and your photos are incredible.. such an inspiring view.
November 3, 2015 at 10:11 am
Beautiful.. The whole idea is lovely..and I completely agree…
November 3, 2015 at 2:35 pm
The concept of this pops!
November 3, 2015 at 3:30 pm
There is something so spectacular in the mere weakness of the light at this time of year, like a shallow breath…
November 3, 2015 at 3:52 pm
I especially love the second verse, finding those lost by looking across, not up, “right into the shine”. Beautiful. And your photos are wonderful!
November 3, 2015 at 8:30 pm
I love these lines: “so, we are sometimes wreathed
with a kindness that knows our shape, our face,
though it lies well beyond
our tracery.”
Gorgeous!
November 3, 2015 at 9:36 pm
Stunning photos, and also a very tidy pastoral piece to accompany them. I do love the lines you’ve etched out here!
November 4, 2015 at 5:46 pm
You have captured the magic of autumn very well. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
November 4, 2015 at 8:45 pm
I’ll be watching those fall lights better, k. Thank you. We won’t have many red or yellowing leaves until the end of the month or in December. I have noticed that the fall colors are brighter and prettier looking when I’m wearing sun glasses.
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November 10, 2015 at 3:57 am
really gorgeous photos, k. and I can’t describe how much this pen means to me, on this day ~
November 10, 2015 at 6:48 am
Thank you. So very sorry for your loss. Something like that must ache forever. K.
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