Wednesday, 24 November 2010

November 24

White light cuts from the pond -
So bright I can see my eyebrow hairs around the shape of my nose if I close one eye.

A last leaf jangles across the air in front of me,
Clicks and ticks,
Another bombs in
Sharp lightness -as if all bass notes are missing
Another leaf, slow,dignified ,lowers its way to the ground, another sound of clack
Two flies buzzing around each other and around the wall, rumage with life and speed

take grace
make gratitude
allow beauty

resounding essence of place