LIGHT, SOURCE
as the summer sun leans
heavily towards equinox
setting further south evening
by evening
the last threads of the season
unravel the valley reveals its
true self, backlit quantum universe
golden strands drift
randomly through the trees
energy trails
of invisible spiderlings
and bright pinhole gnats
zoom and zag their photon paths
across the void
then the oxbow way down
in the pasture takes to light,
spells out a gleaming omega
the sun dips even further
catches me full in the eyes
blinded by this glory, in the split-
second it takes to raise my hand
I stop being the observer
and everything for that moment
ceases
Finally, after several days, I have my computer back. Now I am treating it a bit gingerly, as one does a family member who has just got up from sickbed. Anyway, I hope we (my computer and I) can get back to full-strength blogging now!
The passage of time in nature is a well-explored subject for me. One day I must go back over all the poems I’ve written and do a tally of the solstice, equinox and other cross-quarter references. The photo here is another shot of the view from my previous home in Alberta. The poem was written in response to the same view, only on a different autumn day, with different lighting.
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29 comments:
Spectacular golden vista! I could never tire of looking upon this glorious scene. I can see how you were blinded by this glory!
I think Barb hit the nail on the head -- a spectacular poem for a spectacular photo. I particularly like the line "of invisible spiderlings" as it reminds me of how I have to brush away tiny filiaments every time I go out my gate to the garden in fall.
Beautiful poem! The picture is amazing! Thanks!
You have real talent, Deborah. The poem is lovely, as is the photo. What a wonderful and inspiring place to live.
Marvellous landscape there - and I enjoyed the insinuations of the quantum world in the poetry.
You have captured the spirit of this glorious season beautifully. Great photo too.
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I can read in your words, that you like to weave them in and out, warp and weft. Words have such texture and color. Just lovely work my friend......
I love how you used threads and strands...
& the part about revealing it's true self is such a perfect way to look at it,
to appreciate each season, we have to really look at the details.
then we can have those everything stops moments.
I love the subject of time in nature. It is at once immense and meaningless. And that makes it profound and humbling. Your poem is wonderful. Thanks.
Gorgeous photo and wonderful poem. I like what Sandy Carlson said. She is always wise.
Very nice poem and the picture is so nice and relaxing. I hope you and your computer can cooperate for a long time without any disagreements.
Love the pictures and a beautiful poem -- how lovely to be so talented! Always enjoy your posts, look forward to the next one. Humor your computer -- I bow before mine every night and every morning, hoping that will convince it of my worthiness -- yeah, yeah, but you get the picture!
.."words, that you like to weave .. in and out, warp and weft"_
"the insinuations of the quantum world in .. poetry"_
"the subject of time in nature_It is at once immense and meaningless"..
for sharing this loveliness..many thanks..
I love how the sun becomes a focus that dimishes in strength as your poem progress. I can see the sun as I read, especially those long slanted rays as they collect the dusty remnants of the day and the seasons. Anmeaningful read at this time of year.
ann
Wonderful melding of physics and the sensory stimulation of autumn. I can see the gnats darting in the falling light.
Hi Deborah, yes you have put into your words what autumn is and means. I get the feeling that I've been there and will go again.
Thank you.
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I don't know what to add. Thanks for the read. Thanks, too, for coming by BES.
Wonderful poem, you have penned the lines so well.:)
beautiful poetry....
lovely photograph...
The last threads of the season unravel
that is a truly lovely line
Mmmm... I love the idea of the summer leaning! Wonderful poem. JP/deb
This is a beautiful, personal tribute to wild places; those within and in the exterior world. I could totally visualize that second stanza like it was a painting.... alpha and omega.
Ah, beautiful!!
Beautiful imagery. Thanks for visiting my blog.
Lovely poem and lovley view. The changing of the seasons always moves me. You have captured that feeling well with these words.
i very much am drawn to 'the last threads of the season unravel the valley reveals its true self'...all the pretense is gone & it is all the more beautiful. (gorgeous photo!
This is such a beautiful ode to autumn and the perfect beautiful photo to go with it.
Deborah--
This was such a treat--my heart beat faster at the photo--it feels like home (reminds me of western Colorado...).
Lovely poem to go with it, too!
Thanks for stopping by my post, too, and your kind words!
Beth
An excellent poem and a great poem!
Thank You for sharing it.
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