It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

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.