Eternity

Poets often speak of eternity within us. I find this hard to grasp. Perhaps I’m too literal and that’s fatal when it comes to poetry. But early this morning I was walking my little dog and experienced a sudden and heightened awareness of the new day. I found myself pondering on this new day’s connection to that long chain of days that have eternally flowed like waves to the shoreline, and at that moment, felt a fleeting sense of the eternal.

Ightham Mote

The water was still, the air crisp, and two crows squawked their way through the sky.

Light and Shadow

Light shines through, shadows give way, but it’s the door, the door that must also be opened.