The Garden
Late green day.
Here's happiness with its edge of frost.
Winter's in.
The sky thins out.
The world tightens, like a walnut.
I can count most things.
The plum trees are taut on their hill,
the mornings bitten off, like a twig.
The earth will give and give.
-Nina Bogin
beautiful! happy thanksgiving!
Posted by: aimee | November 25, 2009 at 05:05 PM
mmmmmmm...thank you.xox
happy thanksgiving, beautiful.
Posted by: Kirsten Michelle | November 25, 2009 at 05:12 PM
happiness with its edge of frost...i love that.
and the bowls, love those, too.
and you. you are one to adore.
Posted by: doorways traveler | November 25, 2009 at 05:17 PM
Beautiful poem, thank you for those lovely images. They're just right. They say it all.
Posted by: Anna | November 25, 2009 at 06:01 PM
Absolutely lovely. I felt myself relax a little coming here and seeing/reading this! You can't know how much I needed that!!
xo
Posted by: megg | November 27, 2009 at 04:27 AM