a certain light

                        there’s a different feel to November now that the days are shorter and the leaves are on the ground        

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.”     ~ Judith Minty            

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