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Inspired by Alainafae and her Timetables.
This one has music that goes with the image, Mumford and Sons I Gave You All.
To The Light of September
To the Light of September
“When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not
and for now it seems as though
you are still summer
still the high familiar
endless summer
yet with a glint
of bronze in the chill mornings
and the late yellow petals
of the mullein fluttering
on the stalks that lean
over their broken
shadows across the cracked ground
but they all know
that you have come
the seed heads of the sage
the whispering birds
with nowhere to hide you
to keep you for later
you
who fly with them
you who are neither
before nor after
you who arrive
with blue plums
that have fallen through the night
perfect in the dew”
– W. S. Merwin
Morning Trip (75)
“There it is; the light across the water. Your story. Mine. His. It has to be seen to be believed. And it has to be heard. In the endless babble of narrative, in spite of the daily noise, the story waits to be heard.
Some people say that the best stories have no words. It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit in the template called language.”
– Jeanette Winterson
Summer in Winter
Summer in Winter
I am currently shivering! I am currently very very grateful not to be homeless! I am very very grateful to have heat and food. I am still shivering and thinking about placing heated bricks in the bed for warmth, Ok, so it’s a memory AND it really works! I got myself a rare evening cup of black tea and decided to look through my pictures folder, while it steeped and I drank. I long for these sights and these smells. Bright flashes of God, The Creator’s great imagination! How chosen the reds fading to other reds and orange, petals curved and curled just so in each moment as the sun moves, or we move, or maybe just the Earth…
I cleaned out a row of celery, saving much of it for customers. I loved the resistant tug of the celery as I pulled it free of the soil. Its scent, unique perfume, lingering until I found more dill!
Tewksbury Dill
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!! The things the air carries, bringing forth and sending away!
Elisa's Spot 