A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
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.
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.
I am indeed spellbound, Geo...your evocative words...this amazing picture...oh WOW! :)
ReplyDeleteHave a Fabulous Weekend! :)
Most kind Ygraine, thank you!
DeleteBeautiful, Geo., and Norma's photo the perfect accompaniment ...
ReplyDeleteRelayed compliment to Norma. She glowed.
DeleteThat was lovely, Geo. "Up from the earth, ghosts churning white over winter fields."
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
Cherdo, when the tule fog returns in early winter, it is a special time.
DeleteSurely this is a site well worth seeing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jerry, and welcome.
DeleteLove the feel of this, and thanks for finding me again after Google took over Picasa and I lost my photographs, several years work.
ReplyDeleteWhat a calamity, losing your photos! But of course I had to find you again.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteBe well.
Thanks, Robyn. I'm trying to be well but I caught this awful cold from photographer!
DeleteIs spellbound synonymous with gratitude?
ReplyDeleteNow that you mention it, Suze, I guess it is!
DeleteI am spellbound. You're a good poet.
ReplyDeleteMost kind. Thank you!
DeleteWelcome, Adhi Das.
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