The music of morning:
chirp chirp, cluck
wee wee
slip slip
yee yee yee
woo wit woo wit.
A waning moon glows
against pale rosy blue
drip drip of dew
breeze wraps like a cool cloak.
Thump, thump, thump…
My heart plays the percussion
of this love symphony
amplifying It
throughout the Cosmos.
What a gift you have Dear Lesley, with poetic expression. Love the “Path” in the picture and the words.
Blessings to you.
This is such a peaceful and calming picture, Lesley. I’d love to be there right now. Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem, too.
Woooo Hooo sayeth the doves.
Great one, Tom. Doves in constant celebration!
Beautiful!
I love the whimsical tone of this beautiful poem.
“…pale rosy blue…” — whoever thinks of this? It is so gorgeous I can’t tell you. Lovely contribution to a life where everything bears witness to its perfection. Many thanks!
Beautifully said, Rudy, and thank you for your kind praise. As you know it is all gifted.
Thank you all for your kind encouragement. The poem simply flowed in one morning, while the photo has a bit more of a story. I’ve shot this path before but this day it was especially beautiful. The reason the green seems to glow so much is because the forest canopy had been almost completely eaten up by tent caterpillars. This let more sun in than usual. It seems an apt metaphor for us. When we feel at our weakest, “eaten up” by our tendencies, that may be the time when the most “light” of love shines upon us. Weeks later, now, the canopy has almost all grown back.