A New Year’s gift of night skies and poems of joy and hope. Photos labeled “at home” were taken on my hill on the east side of Seneca Lake in the New York Finger Lakes. In 1972, my husband and I bought this land after seeing a sunset here. I’m still watching.
It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could you know. That’s why we wake
and look out–no guarantees
in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
“Yes” by William Stafford, The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems © Graywolf Press, 1998.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Futile – the Winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor –
Tonight – With Thee!
…singing the room full of shadows,
as sun and earth and moon
circle one another in their impeccable orbits
and I get more and more cockeyed with gratitude.
~ Billy Collins, “Nine Horses”
“And if the world has ceased to hear you,
Say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke, “Sonnets to Orpheus”
Thank you for reading my articles and viewing my photos in 2015. Since my blog went “on the air” in May 2012, you’ve become a cherished part of my life. I’m grateful to walk beside you as we begin a new round of endings and beginnings.
Blessed New Year to You and Yours!