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| Photographs by Kate Spence Bridges |
Above the setting sun
the clouds are suffused with gold
and the willow tree, hangs delicately
tinged with blushes of bold.
Far beyond, in wintry fields
gnarled limbs curl suspiciously,
like human shoulders shrugging off
the suspended burden of eternity.
There is no eternity, here
in nature's glorious reign
the yellow moon, paper thin, winking
bids farewell to the sun as it wanes.
But the lover smiles at nature's ways
true love understands eternity,
with tears of crystal truth so pure
and a heart of changing constancy.
participating in Moondustwriter Thursday, inspired by the music of composer George Winston and the photography of Kate Spence Bridges' winter in Scotland
Very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at "willow tree", Shaista. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem so much, Shaista. There are a lot of willow trees in the valley where I live now, as well as where I grew up and raised my children. One of my fave trees. I especially love "shrugging off the suspended burden of eternity." Profound. The photographs are stunning. Nice to see you posting:)
ReplyDeleteTaken in by this piece
ReplyDeletenature in her glory and the lover having his or her own knowledge beyond nature's beauty
Thanks for sharing today
Moon smiles
I was struck by "human shoulders shrugging off /
ReplyDeletethe suspended burden of eternity". Beautiful. A bit of a sudder in that shrug.
Beautiful. Just beautiful. I am going to have to write this down in my notebook where I keep poems that have touched me at one time or another. Thank you, again.
ReplyDeletei love the album designs of George Winston albums, very simple. Seasons, nature. i think you were listening to his old album 'December' lovely picture on the cover. Its very soothing. Played for Windham Hill. Rest of the Windham Hill are inspiring too. George Winston is always with me when i am traveling. But i don't listen to music on my forest treks.
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its a beautiful poem Shaista
This is gorgeous!!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you today, hoping you found the perfect pine tree to ring in Christmas morning.
Willows mean much to me, Shaista. In my childhood, my friends and I would climb (small) knotty willow trees and sit in them and think up make believe stories. Good to visit you -have been so busty (with good things!)
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