You can. Fall in love with anything -
a voice, a certain
slant of phrase.
A dark velvet night-sky sequinned
with stars, the drape of
galactic lace.
The calligraphy of dancing
rains
on the fronds of the
smallest fern leaf;
the gentle fingers of light
on pines,
the clouds a chiffon
handkerchief
ringed round the sliver
of the moon.
A vagrant waterfall
kicking
up pebbles and spray
in the monsoons.
You can fall in love
with anything.
This morning, I am in love with cool mornings of late summer, an introduction to my favorite time of year, Fall. The orange of pumpkins, the red, brown, tan, and yellow of the fading green leaves. Subdued sunlight, and yes, even the whisper of winter waiting to frost the land. I'm in love for sure!
ReplyDeleteThis season is my favourite too! your descriptions sound luscious - someday I am going to visit the higher latitudes and see those leaves.
DeleteIt's so good to be in love! :-)
Hi Nila - it's blissful having those moments of sheer delight and being able to luxuriate in that comfort ... love the way you've described the surroundings ... certain things can be such wonders at time - when we stop and take time to appreciate ..
ReplyDeleteCheers Hilary
Stopping and taking time is the key. Hope you're week is going well.
DeleteI'm loving the cooler weather and the return of football right now!
ReplyDeleteOfficially, it's supposed to be cooling down here too...not a sign so far :) Enjoy your weather and the football!
DeleteAnd so offend we do.
ReplyDeleteAll those things you say
has touched our hearts.
Yet none of them can
love us as much as those
that can love us back and
forever fill us with pain
Those that can love us back,
Deletefill us with both joy and pain
best not to keep any track
neither weep nor complain
I turn my face to the trees
beyond issues of love and hate
find comfort in the breeze
those that can't reciprocate
nothing like a walk on the shore
or to trudge up a mountain slope
and heal a heart that is sore
so fill it again with hope
love finds its reward and path
though that may not be clear
to a grieving, troubled heart.
It's not always linear..
For without one the
Deleteother will never be
like what you said
those things I can see
Yes what is around
Can even heal me
Yet I’m a blind man
Searching for just that
one grain of sand
Again your words ring true
"...the drape of galactic lace.
ReplyDeleteThe calligraphy of dancing rains
on the fronds of the smallest fern leaf;"
My favorite two phrases from this. Beautiful.
Thanks, Jennifer.
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