Oh, the beauty
That time, when night sky lingers
Just before the day’s arrival
Star sequins arranged just so
That we might not forget
But find our way
(Image by Marc Wanvig)
Dipper by dipper
Warrior, sisters
Cassiopeia’s beauty
The half moon just enough
To beg my eyes to lift up
Seeing through naked boney stick fingered
Trees, stripped bare of summer’s garb
And I, bundled up
Against November’s chill
Listen to the footsteps
Of my dog, trailing scents
Each paw breaking brittle leaves underfoot.
This is a sacred moment
Quiet and peaceful
Filled with spacious beauty
For anyone who might pause.
While in some places, somewhere else
There is a fire of anger that has been lit
And violence planned
And I try to imagine
Do they have the same moon and stars as I?
Janet Elizabeth Hartwick Sterk
Linnea Dietrich
Stunningly beautiful Janet. I can hardly wait for your book to come out so I can share easily with others. Marc’s photo is also stunning and matches your words perfectly. Although I love the sunrise, I must admit, twilight is my favorite time of day. Love the intense shades of blue as the day fades into the night. Love your inspired poetry. Love you.
HealingJourneys
Thank you my dear friend. I. too, love the twilight. This poem was in that “space between.” Transcendent and sacred. Thank you for your support of my writing and for you friendship.
Love you too!
Sue Ready
Janet, love the imagery and the ending sentence with a question.
Your poem has captured the essence of day’s ending and evening’s beginning on a chilly November night.
HealingJourneys
Thank you Sue! And I love your blogs. I just printed off the wild rice recipe. How is Bella doing in your absence?
Hugs to you. I hope your move has been just the right thing. Please let me know if you are in the neighborhood.
Janet