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