sunrise at dusk

Even now this landscape is assembling.

The hills darken. The oxen

sleep in their blue yoke,

the fields having been

picked clean, the sheaves

bound evenly and piled at the roadside

among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness

of harvest or pestilence.

And the wife leaning out the window

with her hand extended, as in payment,

and the seeds

distinct, gold, calling

Come here

 

Come here, little one

And the soul creeps out of the tree.

 - Louise Gluck, "All Hallows" 

Comments

[Lisa]

Perfect piece for this gorgeous photograph.
Nicely done.

[andrea]

Nice pairing of words and image. You are creating some great images with that gadget, aren't you?

[dthaase]

wow - so well captured

[tricia]

amazing image and such an excellent pairing with the poem! lovely!

[Kathy Welsh]

Thank you so much for your comment on my blog! It's good to know that after I've been so neglectful, folks still stop by to see what I'm doing. I'm planning on being more active and getting back into the swing of blogging again. Thanks, again, Carla!

[Amy]

Your photos are breathtaking. I love the textures and colors--how in the world do you do it?!