Saturday, September 15, 2012

Short and Sweet


What I saw on my early morning walk:

 
a lone star sparking in the bit of navy blue sky caught in the lacy configurations of a spent lilac blossom (I like knowing the stars still shine down even in daylight)

a windblown line of clouds hurrying along the horizon while above it a large, stationary, gray cloud lurked about like the mother ship

wind that scurried by, carrying the scent of fading leaves and a hint of winter

leaves and leftover raindrops spiraling down in tandem to splash barefoot on the road

pond ripples reflecting bits of sunlight like tiny, broken mirrors

13 comments:

Brian Miller said...

nice...love the image of the pond you end on..the tiny broken mirrors...thanks for taking us on the walk...smiles. hope you have a wonderful weekend as well...

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Just like being there! Well, almost.

Gary said...

Ah, those brilliant moments and images that stay with you and make life such a joy.

Brian Hayes said...

thought of you:

Remembered landscapes are left in me
The way a bee leaves its sting...
– Charles Wright

Barbara Shallue said...

love the idea of raindrops splashing barefoot! sounds like a lovely walk!

Friko said...

I like that you see what is around you. It's best to walk by yourself, others will only interrupt your thoughts.

Hilary said...

Short as it may be, nobody describes the day as sweetly as you.

Pauline said...

Thanks, Brian - my writing time is so limited lately but taking time to slow down and look is my saving grace.

JCN - thanks for stopping by :)

Gary, indeed they do!

Brian H - mine just don't hurt as much ;)

Barbara - things like this get composed as I go along...

Friko - it's how I wrote newspaper columns for 15 years. I walked alone and looked and then let the words tumble out.

Hilary - you are kind and generous :)

Brian Hayes said...

"I write because to write a new sentence, let alone a new poem, is to cross the threshold into both a larger existence and a profound mystery. A thought was not there, then it is. An image, a story, an idea about what it is to be human, did not exist, then it does. With every new poem, an emotion new to the heart, to the world, speaks itself into being." – Jane Hirshfield

http://nvwp.org/2011/10/17/standing-deer-by-poet-jane-hirshfield/

Pauline said...

Thanks Brian - Jane Hirshfield was the poet my group studied this month. She write so beautifully!

Peter Bryenton said...

On stars.

One scientific fact which appealed to me is that the night sky, mostly black, would appear all white if the light from every single star out there had had enough time to reach us.

I'll be stardust again by the time that happens.

Joanna Jenkins said...

Ahh, the mother ship-- I like that one.
Thanks for taking us on your walk.
xo jj

Molly said...

I always loved Autumn. Of all the seasons it's the one I miss the most.