Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
Who paints
the sky? And, why has it
taken me
so long to think to ask?
I want to
know who is up there
to love,
and how I can bargain, if
I might,
for more days to end like
this one:
in attentiveness,
in
wonderment,
in devotion.
©/2014-2019 Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Water Press
Published by Talking Water Press
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Jamie -- this photo reminds me of my impression of bare trees against dawn or twilight sky as black lace. I so enjoy your take on Nature and wonder!
ReplyDeleteI like the black lace metaphor, Jeffrey. Thank you. These are members of the black walnut tree grove that embrace my cabin. Nature's blessings to you...
DeleteThanks, Jamie. What a lovely spot you must inhabit there -- judging from all the beautiful photos you capture!
ReplyDeleteIt's a magical place, Jeffrey. If you are ever in central VA, please come for a visit at the mountain homestead.
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