you'll have to take my word for it -
the way the bright moon
bounces
a blushed coral tint from our wall
to the cragged and snow-slicked Ash close by,
flushes its feathered grey shadows aside -
then cold light grows warm even in the night
and in the muted winter dawning
a Mourning Dove rests near
full of plenty from our feeders,
she's floating on the sparkle
of the deep, now daylit snow
Ravenna Taylor, December 31, 2012
Radha Giving Butter-Milk to Krishna, illustration to Bihari’s Sat Saiya, Basohli, c. 1690 |
Thank you for attending to my 50th blog entry today. I dedicate this entry to my wish for all to have the hopeful experience of tranquility, and especially those who have suffered the most from the forces of anguish and violence around the world.
Thank you for the image of Radha and Krishna, Fung-Lin Hall
So lovely, Ravenna, with the visual images from words echoed by the photograph. I love the "you'll have to take my word for it", and thanks for your good wishes.
ReplyDeletethank you, as always, Altoon.
DeleteVery beautiful, Ravenna. Happy days in 2013!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading, Connie. A very happy new year to you and yours!
DeleteI love your poem Ravenna, so beautiful, so evocative!
ReplyDeleteMary, thank you very much!
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