Woke up to fog. Beautiful, soft, mysterious…A way of being…
NOTICE WHAT THIS POEM IS NOT DOING
The light along the hills in the morning
comes down slowly, naming the trees
white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.
Notice what this poem is not doing.
A house, a house, a barn, the old
quarry, where the river shrugs–
how much of this place is yours?
Notice what this poem is not doing.
Every person gone has taken a stone
to hold, and catch the sun. The carving
says, “Not here, but called away.”
Notice what this poem is not doing.
The sun, the earth, the sky, all wait.
The crowns and redbirds talk. The light
along the hills has come, has found you.
Notice what this poem has not done.
Hi,
I’m disseminating this nice interview with Natalie Goldberg and I thought it could be interesting for you…; )
http://www.futureprimitive.org/interviews/156
I like your blog, some great posts..
warm greetings
JL
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I have just nominated you on my site for the Lovely Blog Award. Check it out. If you want to join (you don’t have to) and share some other interesting blogs, post the award on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted it, and his or her blog link. Then, pass the award to 5 to 15 other blogs that you have newly discovered or that you would love to share with your readers. It is a fun way to expand this great blog community and exercise the gift of sharing. If you decide to pass this along, remember to contact your bloggers of choice and let them know they have been chosen for this award.
xox
Isabel
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I just found my way to your blog through Isabel. First, Congratulations on the Lovely Blog Award and second, your photographs are beautiful! The first photograph in particular has a mystery and longing to it.
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