Thursday, October 18, 2012


October weaves its art;
the blended air contrives
a hiding game,
a mask of mist,
a monochrome
veil of hanging dew.

There is more than meets the eye
this shallow dawn greeting,
the reveal of light,
day opening
the aperture
of discovering.

And from the grey
a belief of what is there
grows clearer in the approach.
Heaven’s gates
the shuttered
and a portrait
in a distant attic
wrinkles, aging,
in the darkness
that went before.
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chris said...

There is usually more than meets the eye, right? I guess that's a huge part of discovery, for those who choose to look closely enough. Love it Keith!!

Anonymous said...

Loved this one. My favorite line(s):

a mask of mist,
a monochrome
veil of hanging dew.

Love that our belief in "what is there" does indeed come better into view as we near.

Bill Jones said...

Good words - thanks

Jack Brown said...

such beauty and tommorrow a new vista
everyday a new discovery if only we look
good one Keith

TraciB said...

Beautiful photo and a haunting poem to go with it, especially that last verse. There's hope, but there's a touch of melancholy too. Well done, Keith.

Tracy Krauss said...

Once again you have captured the word with eloquence

Christine Henderson said...

You do have a way with words. I especially liked the veil of hanging dew.

From Carols Quill said...

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, Keith!