Something is there, just
like a quiet night, present,
an open pause, the almost reached,
yet through us, a current
of music, a gentle Christmas morning
where we stand barefoot, in sudden
robes of indecipherable light.
like a quiet night, present,
an open pause, the almost reached,
yet through us, a current
of music, a gentle Christmas morning
where we stand barefoot, in sudden
robes of indecipherable light.
Great description.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love "sudden
ReplyDeleterobes of undecipherable light."
'indecipherable', dear Lorna!
ReplyDeleteI shouldn't start with such a minor quibble, though, as this is — as always — a small masterpiece. I love the atmosphere you create with such apparent ease.
Oh! (re-reading) it's just beautiful, and sends the authentic shiver up my spine — the one by which Robert Frost said we recognise true poetry.
Gorgeous imagery and allusion. One of my favorites today!
ReplyDeleteThis is SO beautiful, Lorna!! Makes me well up inside!
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