Water gathering
most days I wait
through blue and sun
till dusk
or even later
and the rose has faded
to lavender, to gray
some days, the sleet
has started
and the leaves underfoot
are slick with ice
somehow I'm never sorry
and never learn
one night I waited
till the stars were out
dropped the bucket into
sound, only felt the weight
of it filling
and the night full of stars
and the river full of stars
and the bucket full of stars
come morning, the coffee
is also full of stars
4 comments:
Ah love,
What a perfect marriage of picture and words, and you know, of course, of my love for Thoreau.
This one is a real favorite, yet I think it falls short of your original words.
So I say very sincerely with Thoreau's words as well, "There is no remedy for love but to love more."
And I do love you more. Smiling here...cause it's true.
A path, wrapped
in the warm
colors, garnet
rust, flame ~~ step in
into the summing up
at the first turn,
watch trees
witness,
Woods' guardian
soft season
time of remembering
the sweet sursuring
of the leaves
underfoot,
magic carpet, singing
~~~~~~~~~~~~
More love, indeed. . . .
Ah. . .perfection!
Even more and even more. . . .
♥
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