there’s a different feel to November
now that the days are shorter
and the leaves are on the ground
Category: changes
bestowal
I have her hands
to hold her stories
metamorphosis
“I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”
on the surface
“Light plays on the
dark surface of the lake. Each afternoon
your shadow walks beside you on the wall,
and the days stay long and heavy underneath
the distant rumor of the harvest. One
more summer gone…”
~ Dana Gioia
waking
how small the day is
the time of colors
the rush of brightness
~ W. S. Merwin
Licht Years 