My fence steaming after a rain... Louisiana light is magic.
SOMETIMES, WHEN THE LIGHT
and pulls you back into childhood
and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows
or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip,
you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows
something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous
that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.
By Lisel Mueller
From: "Alive Together: New and Selected Poems" by Lisel Mueller
I really like the images this one brings to mind. It always amazes me how, when taking my morning walks, the shift in light in a matter of minutes can change the entire view.
ReplyDeleteI know, Kelly. I call it Godlight. xo
ReplyDeleteoh yes. that light has the power to save lives. (and the absence of it is terrible.)
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Erin, indeed. Unfortunately, I know this absence all too well. But Spring is almost here, thankfully... xo
ReplyDeleteMarion. I have just read your comment on Weaver's page. So often the victim becomes the accused, but the truth will always break through. I send you my sympathy and understanding. Stay strong! Cro x
ReplyDeleteThank you Marion for your comment on my blog. I underline what Cro says above - he - and many others kept me going last year when I lost my beloved to a brain tumour. I send you my love.
ReplyDelete