Silvering
a poem for passing
Silvering
I thought this might be the last time
light silvered the window,
the grasshopper clicking.
As if I were staring in a mirror,
not realizing I could watch
from the other side.
Silvering
I thought this might be the last time
light silvered the window,
the grasshopper clicking.
As if I were staring in a mirror,
not realizing I could watch
from the other side.
beautiful. is that a photo?
Louise, this is you at your very best, the elegant poetry that holds worlds of meaning, a few lines you can inhabit for days and still be finding something new. Never met you across the Bay but I send love and light my candle for you each. So blessed I feel to witness your journey. Judy Luce