tonight's moonrise
The older lady in the pin-striped men's button-down, gardening under the magnolia tree. Her straw hat set aside and upturned on the freshly-clipped hedge, the flowers beyond colored in shade against the house.
The man who plants his sunflower seedlings out each summer in his tiny front garden, slowly building his driveway brick by brick, and always the half-heard radio on to the Grateful Dead hour or baseball.
The moon dissembling behind the curtains of willow.
The glimpses into high rooms at dusk ~ the lamplight on warm red walls. Fans visible turning on the ceilings, light flickerings from late-night movies.
The single dandelion puff glowing in the dark. The walled garden in cobalt and blues. The white gardens, each flower visible like a ghost.
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9 comments:
what's lovely is that i was just outside capturing the sun setting here...feeling the need to get outside of my routine.
So sweet, I love reading your words, paired with this picture, I love it so much! :)
the tales of summer... love!
"The moon dissembling behind the curtains of willow." This line really struck me with its beauty and imagery.
gorgeous. i am in love with how you see the world.
I love this line "The glimpses into high rooms at dusk ~ the lamplight on warm red walls. " This, to me, is summer spent with my grandparents in Michigan. This makes me feel like sitting outside to watch fireflies :)
you create such a tangible place through your words.
each statement is a portal to the chair next to you in your backyard.
beautiful.
I was going to choose one of your observation poems as a favourite, but when it came to it, I found I was saying to myself 'oh, but this one' and so on, so...I just love how you see your world and how beautifully you share it in words....and images.
Brooke~The truth is I don't walk outside in the evening at either dusk or dark and I see now that I should.
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