at the door of night, my mirroredpond holds the setting sun like a jewel
and all the herons homeward go,
backlighted against the trees
upon the shore we three stand
watching rapt, as the thousand
things that formed this day
are folding inward slowly
(Me)
5 comments:
Beautiful.
Every time I read your blog (and I read it almost every day), I want to say Thank you.
"Me" is a such a good poet!
I will echo Linsay - thank you..
Lovely words and image...
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