One skeletal sunflower left.
On the ridge, one tree holding the last of the sunlight in its uppermost branches.
On the other side of the garden, I looked up and saw, as if in a dream, what was waiting. Green. Verde. And light breaking through.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Longing for Green
I walked out to the garden plot this afternoon, around 5:00. So gray. No color at all.
One skeletal sunflower left.
On the ridge, one tree holding the last of the sunlight in its uppermost branches.
On the other side of the garden, I looked up and saw, as if in a dream, what was waiting. Green. Verde. And light breaking through.
One skeletal sunflower left.
On the ridge, one tree holding the last of the sunlight in its uppermost branches.
On the other side of the garden, I looked up and saw, as if in a dream, what was waiting. Green. Verde. And light breaking through.
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Kay, I love these pictures. They are as moving as a poem to me. I tried. Believe me, I tried with my camera, but I did not get anything like this today.
The light in the top of the tree is lovely!
Vicki, I walked around for a long time looking for the last scrims of light; I have other photos, which I'll probably post at some point. I played with the "green" scene. I love the last light on these winter days.
Would you and Nancy respond to my "renga" poem on the laureate site? I'm trying to get something going with that.
Kay,
I love your photos. They describe exactly the way I feel at this time of year.
Thank you, Brenda Kay. Could you email me some poems to use--from your new chapbook? About 3--to nclaureate@aol.com. I want you to be my Poet of the Week sometime soon.
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