January Twenty-ninth
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Standing still, on the hillside
just before the cold sun sets,
what are the words
to give you this moment—
how the golden light is fading
on the gnarled grey trunks
of the apple trees?
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Standing still, on the hillside
just before the cold sun sets,
what are the words
to give you this moment—
how the golden light is fading
on the gnarled grey trunks
of the apple trees?
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This is a beautiful moment in time. Each of us would have different words to describe this moment, or might miss it entirely, but you captured in it your love of and reverence for the simple joys in nature. I can easily visualize those gnarled apple trees with the fading sunlight hugging their trunks. Thanks for sharing your gift.
January 31, 2012 at 4:51 pm