Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
First Light
Black forests hiss When the night Earth rumbles Bleed and shiver with Invisible skies. Lakes fall in Bellowing waves The world hangs Washed in penitence.
Glowing curtains Split Dreams no longer Shaken Over the mountain Shines The cleanest rays ever Savored By life's first bloom.
7 comments:
The contrast of verses speaks volumes of the difference between night and day,
the difference between blindness and sight.
And you still see so clearly in the night.
stunning picture.
Rebirth. Every day is new. Wonderful to be reminded of that.
Love the picture.
Mermaid, thanks for seeing the difference in structure! I did do that intentionally.
Kate, thanks! That's a Mayapple blossom. The picture turned out well.
Kaycie, I agree. There are countless opportunities to be reborn, if we choose to take them.
Pretty picture, sharp words
Thanks, Michele. =)
gorgeous!!!
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