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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Sunrise Walk – October 10

 "Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
Loving me in secret.
It is here. At a touch of my hand,
The air fills with delicate creatures
From the other world."
– James Wright

 "Sylvia's hair is like the night,

Touched with glancing starry beams;

Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,

This is Sylvia to the sight.

And the touch of Sylvia's hand

Is as light as milkweed down,

When the meads are golden brown,

And the autumn fills the land..."
– Clinton Scollard

 "ragged wool hanging

the wet milkweed seeds

tethered, connected

moored in their pods

tied still to the ground

hovering limp, heavy

above the earth

waiting for drying

to give them flight, new birth"
– Raymond A. Foss

1 comment:

  1. The images and accompanying texts are incredibly peaceful, ethereal . if you will. Thank you.


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