I'm an autumn kinda guy so the recent dreary conditions brought on by all the fires haven't really bugged me too much. But, I have to admit it's nice to see blue skies and breath somewhat-fresh air once again. This picture was taken in my West Sacramento neighborhood at around 5 p.m. this past Friday. The gray soup blotting out the sun is not cloud cover. Apocalyptic, no? All rejoice in your return
Free of shroud, dark and shadow
Radiance is your presence
Your warmth cradles
And lights unworn paths
Traversed in being and spirit
Inviting--daring half-open eyes
To bear witness and burn blind
In illumination
Of all things foul and fair
From heavenly perch
Life and death are brought
And time and space defined
The world lies before you
Where a universe begins and ends
Till dusk calls
And beyond where once you stood
Lie hopes and dreams and what may be
All the world an orphan pebble
Sloshed about a twilight sea
Till dawn marks your return
As dark and shadow flee
Aubrey M. Henry
3 comments:
Aubrey the poet. Who knew?
I've been known to dabble now and again. It was the product of a beautiful day and an Internet-less work environment.
so that's what happens when you don't have access to internet
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