Friday, October 17, 2008
The Trees Shimmering
The angels sang to us
that morning.
The trees shimmering
in delight.
No one knew where
the music came from.
Our own hearts
kept time.
The inner drumbeat
of the world.
That slow dawning,
a purple hyacinth
unfolding.
The ebbing of our blood
carries us
farther and farther
from shore.
Dorothy Walters
October 16, 2006
The angels sang to us
that morning.
The trees shimmering
in delight.
No one knew where
the music came from.
Our own hearts
kept time.
The inner drumbeat
of the world.
That slow dawning,
a purple hyacinth
unfolding.
The ebbing of our blood
carries us
farther and farther
from shore.
Dorothy Walters
October 16, 2006
(Picture by N. M. Rai)
