at the door of night, my mirrored
pond holds the setting sun like a jeweland all the herons homeward go,backlighted against the treesupon the shore we three standwatching rapt, as the thousandthings that formed this dayare folding inward slowly(kerrdelune)
3 comments:
This is just beautiful...words and photo!
I love the "door of night." It is my favorite time of the "day" - an entryway into sweet Silence, although my doorway doesn't look quite like yours! :) Beautiful photo...
Beautiful photo! And your short poem matches the mood of it perfectly. I wish I was brave enough to post my own poems on my blog...
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