Mist beyond the window
screened shadows yet to come
and I heard soft breathing
of one love
Air so cool
all very like touch
A distant raven
cried against the coming night
and hushed the crickets chatter
The wind was gone
rain pooled in small
but never bottom puddles
The candle long since snuffed
seemed to question,
"Will Heaven be this still?"
A thought whispered through my mind
If only the world could keep this peace
May 27, 1968
Dedicated to Mick Scarpelli aka Mick Scott (Herbert Francis Scarpelli)
8/19/1945 - 2/13/2017
10 thoughts on “Shadows”
Thank you. Send me more of your fog, we don’t get enough, lol! Thanks for stopping by.
More fog? Ha , ha. We had a cloudy sky tonight, but a particular star twinkled like a Mercedes Benz logo, most unexpected….So maybe look up to the atmosphere for more of just that
I’ll plan on it when I take the dog out in the evening!
Beautiful poem and accompanying pictures. I love that first picture – how the fog just whites everything out and makes it look like a half-developed picture (I mean that in a good, artistic way 😀 )
Totally understood. I want more fog. We usually only get a couple of really good days like that a year. Or maybe I need to get up a lot earlier, lol! Thanks for stopping by.
Nice mix of words and images….love misty shots with the light playing its colour tricks
Thanks, David. The entire morning was magic. I need to make friends with the landowner I suspect there is a lot more back in there waiting to be discovered.
I love these photos! really great
Thank you. I hope I get some more weather like that soon. It’s not that common here, but oh so lovely to shoot in.