A gate on the land catches morning sun
Shadow and light
a simple thing
but the most profound
That eternal dance paints daily songs
on my soul
I can’t see one without the other
can’t feel either alone
twin sisters
beckon me
always
all days
to seek
balance
i love the fall of light in the morning
i love how i notice it through the shadows
i catch them whole
and swallow self
Morning leaf lit dance
submission for Karen’s midweek challenge at Toads
Notes: Morning or evening walks, when the light and therefore the shadows are at play, always lift my sense of being, of presence. Leaf, twig, fence-wire, gate…simple things catch my eye and bring me to a moment where I can be still and snap ( in a good way)
That top photo, Paul — I am moved to almost-tears. It’s the evil eye and heaven, rolled into one. That is breathtaking artistry.
I can’t read the poem yet. I need to savor the photo first.
My friend built that gate. I love it.
It’s gorgeous. I want one.
Hmmm…tricky…find a carpenter close to home.
I love your poem, your thoughts and insights, your gentle mindfulness. Your mellow streaming-joyfulness is contagious. Like strep throat, only less pus and more ‘sup(p)er.
Lol…less puss…pussless…hmmm.
“Pus” has one “s.” “Puss(y)” has two — like your twins.
I’ll just stick the gate in my head(‘s front yard).
Good idea
This is just lovely– there is such a wonderful balance in these things, as fall is itself a time of balance, light and shadow, the harvest and the going fallow. Thanks much. k.
Always brings me home. Thanks for the lovely prompt K.
I love the play of light and shadow too….fascinating. Love “That eternal dance paints daily songs on my soul.” A very beautiful poem, Paul.
Thanks Sherry.
The simplest things can give the greatest pleasure and, as poets, we appreciate that every day. I love the photos, Paul, and the final lines of the poem especially:.
‘i catch them whole
and swallow self’.
I’ve always noticed shadows…almost more than the object itself sometimes. Great capture in both words and photos. (K)
noticing ‘the fall of light in the morning’….. not such a little thing. Only if you’re alive do you see it – hence a HUGE thing.
I also love the fall of light in the morning.. This is so evocative of a beauty that is so difficult to describe in words.
It’s amazing how better the light is in dusk and dawn…in the North we might have that light even during day, and there is a fine line between shadows and gloom… you need that brightness.
luv the chiaroscuro in this dance of words Paul
much love…
Balance, the gift of light and shadow… Thank you for reminding me to never miss beauty. I love the gate!
Lovely reflection and I really LOVE that gate!
I love the warm autumn light and the gate in your first image. Your poem has that zen feeling of becoming one with what you see – a beautiful poem Paul 💜