in the sudden brightness
of a bowl of sunlight
the very faintly glowing
red of a fallen sumac branch
no wind
and no sound
reach this still and silent place
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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4 comments:
Beautiful photograph...
"and what art/ could twist the sinews of thy heart?"
thanks very much rachel. steven
AHHH I am going to curl up in that small bowl of sunlight and snooze, soaking up the last bit of warmth. Thank you...sigh...just in case- I am carrying matches in my pocket.
...a bowl of sunlight....how utterly beautiful....xx
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