my eyes turn to the very sky
the light falls from
tumbling past
soft-feathered birds
bursting through
dark green needled trees
flowing molten
along iced fingers
and settling in hummocks of pale pink blue
on the soft peace of sunday morning snow
Season's Greetings
13 hours ago
14 comments:
Quite like sunday morning snow as I don't have to go out in it. Lovely words and photos as usual steven.
Amazing sun. Great word: hummocks.
Oh! This poem shoots straight to my soul and sings to it. My eyes fill with tears of joy.
Even without your stunning photos I'd have seen what you meant through your aptly chosen words.
Exactly as the light is falling here in Weldon Spring this morning. Praise be...we have sun!
I linked your blog to mine this morning...another coup for me. Will wonders never cease?
Enjoy your Sunday, Steven.
weaver today it's thirty below zero celsius. so i went for a walk in the woods. it's good if you're out of the wind. have a lovely day in the dale. steven
ruth - hummocks - yep! steven
aguja - the light just falls down some days! this year i can't seem to get enough, not that it hasn't been sunnier than usual but i crave it more. steven
thanks pauline - clarity isn't always available. i'm grateful that it showed up today. steven
jo well done!! i love that feeling of stumbling across something that i can figure out on my own. i love it!! i'm glad that you get the light also. it's such a gift at this time of year that little celebrations should break out whenever we get an eyeful!!! steven
on the soft peace of sunday morning snow
what a place to land!
welcome sun! I enjoyed some of that shine today too.
I remember this feeling; utter elation that a beam of sun chose to light itself on me in the depths of a Northern winter. Beautifully captured, Steven.
liza - lucky us!!! steven
hey rachel - it truly is elation - it literally draws a smile across my face when it happens. steven
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