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
withdraw
the shuttered
curtain,
and a portrait
in a distant attic
wrinkles, aging,
in the darkness
that went before.
8 comments:
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!!
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.
Good words - thanks
such beauty and tommorrow a new vista
everyday a new discovery if only we look
good one Keith
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.
Once again you have captured the word with eloquence
You do have a way with words. I especially liked the veil of hanging dew.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, Keith!
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