‘I will remember this as long as I live.’
I want to experience great joy
and great beauty-
and small beauty
and lesser joys.
And wonder.
I want wonder each and every day.
Wonder of such significance
that it is etched in my memory
with gold threads
and bright liquid silver.
With each day passing,
the time lessens,
adding an urgency to each minute
and hour.
Time enough to open eyes and heart
to joy and beauty and wonder.
And time enough
to remember
as long as I live.
Hayfields
standing before
small landscapes
of haystacks
his perception of light
in a brush stroke of oil
and I am struck dumb
with the beauty
standing before
the vast landscape
of hayfields
the perception of light
written in the flight of fireflies
and I am struck dumb
with the beauty
There is something to be said
for gardens neat and tidy,
pruned rows of charming box,
lilies, straight and proper,
tiers of trimmed trees,
all standing at attention-
a symmetry of geometry.
But, for me, I’ll take a garden rampant with green-
ferns astilbe mums roses lilies dianthus hollyhocks coreopsis violets
with a few bindweed and clover and poison ivy too-
moneywort overtaking the gravel path,
cheek by jowl to the lemon thyme,
columbine gone to seed,,
and foxglove hiding behind the iris blades
hostas shading the damn rabbits,
birds alight everywhere
filling the air with color and song.
This is my garden, my delight,
my beautiful chaotic Eden.
in her rugged wildness
rocky ridges steep and cool hollows deep,
a rough hewn beauty of place
in and out of time
long rivers swiftly
sweep past
into present
filling the morning sky with wings
and night with wishing stars
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