Friday, February 17, 2012

away


they arrive and they leave
so like the beginnings and endings
of everything

a glimmer

a song sung and left to rise all on its own into the night sky
never to be seen or heard again
somehow emptying
into the fullness of a settling day

12 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Beautiful words Steven. Not sure whether to fall in love with the sky photograph or the lovely snowy twigs - maybe shall choose both.

Linda said...

The snow keeps coming followed by the rains which keep dissolving it. We have had no accumulations this year, but lots of precipitation, enough not to worry. Jo posted a similar sunset last evening on facebook. It reminded me of "Golden slumbers fill your eyes, smiles await you when you rise". Thanks for sharing your own golden atmosphere, dear friend.

R. Burnett Baker said...

I want to believe that they are indeed seen again, evaporated, then returning to continue this mysterious universal journey....

ND Mitchell said...

The line "a glimmer" for me, sums up the very tantalising nature of skylines. A window into something much bigger than us. Beautiful words as ever.
David

Friko said...

lovely skies.

Sandra said...

"emptying
into the fullness of a settling day"...love that idea...!

steven said...

weaver- fall in lvoe with everything . . it's all there to love and be loved!!! steven

steven said...

linda the positive about our none-winter has been that i get to bike every day but four . . . the downside - this was the winter i wanted to learn to cross-country ski all over again !!! steven

steven said...

rick - i want to believe that also . . . .steven

steven said...

nd m, so much of the natural world is like a door or a window for me . . . into something so much simpler and greater than itself . . . .steven

steven said...

friko - i love when the skies open out like a freshly gessoed canvas and get painted by the sun . . . steven

steven said...

sandra - thankyou for your peppering of comments across my recent postings!!! steven