“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson



Saturday, November 22, 2008

Seeing Light


I've been alone all morning.
Puccini is playing softly, from the corner of the room.
Outside the fog wraps itself around the canyons below the house. I'm safe and quiet..., I will leave some footprints on paper....

Seeing light

Peace and time are candlesticks
On my windowsill.
I know my ebbing candle shines,
But now I watch it's glow
And know it will not last forever.
I see it's beauty in the flame
And form of melting wax
As it slowly disappears.

I understand, now,
That only my thoughts are forever
And what comes is the Wind.
I wrap my hand around the flame
Because the Robin is at my window
And spring is coming soon.
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6 comments:

Madeline's Album said...

How lovely and meaningful.

Becky said...

Beautiful.

Laura ~Peach~ said...

what a lovely poem and love the photo too is that your view? its fantastic!

Mike Golch said...

good post.I hope that your weekend is good.

Karen Deborah said...

lovely poem

castlewon said...

I like my Verdi loud, but can appreciate your quiet candle-lit Puccini, and your quiet reflections.