Friday, November 28, 2014

Janus Before Seven

{back yard, 11-28-14}


















Time to sit on a log
And be spellbound
In pearl early light
Turning in low fog.
White tendrils curl
Up from earth,
Ghosts churning
White over winter
Fields.
Not a sound.
How to consume
This crop, this yield?
Sit on a log, be
Spellbound.

17 comments:

  1. I am indeed spellbound, Geo...your evocative words...this amazing picture...oh WOW! :)

    Have a Fabulous Weekend! :)

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  2. Beautiful, Geo., and Norma's photo the perfect accompaniment ...

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    1. Relayed compliment to Norma. She glowed.

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  3. That was lovely, Geo. "Up from the earth, ghosts churning white over winter fields."
    Excellent.

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    1. Cherdo, when the tule fog returns in early winter, it is a special time.

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  4. Surely this is a site well worth seeing.

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  5. Love the feel of this, and thanks for finding me again after Google took over Picasa and I lost my photographs, several years work.

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    1. What a calamity, losing your photos! But of course I had to find you again.

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  6. I just got lost in this poem during a second read, Geo. It's so beautiful, as is the photo. I especially like the sound and feel of tendrils curling from the earth.

    Be well.

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    1. Thanks, Robyn. I'm trying to be well but I caught this awful cold from photographer!

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  7. Is spellbound synonymous with gratitude?

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    1. Now that you mention it, Suze, I guess it is!

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  8. I am spellbound. You're a good poet.

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