This gentle falling
>> Friday, June 17, 2011 –
Photography,
Poetry
This gentle falling into grace
Held within a sunlit space --
I caught my breath and blossoms fell
Mingling light with softer smell
Of purple flowers, whole and crushed
And over all, a golden dust
Some part faery, some part pain
The pain that never leaves these days --
This gentle falling into grace
Helped some pieces fall into place.
Juliet, I just now saw this.
I had to read it five times, then out loud to my sister.
This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing.