Coming down out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,
it was beautiful, and accurate,
striking the snow and whatever was there
with a force that left the imprint
of the tips of its wings — five feet apart —
and the grabbing thrust of its feet,
and the indentation of what had been running
through the white valleys of the snow —
and then it rose, gracefully,
and flew back to the frozen marshes
to lurk there, like a little lighthouse,
in the blue shadows —
so I thought:
maybe death isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light wrapping itself around us —
as soft as feathers —
that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking,
and shut our eyes, not without amazement,
and let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow,
that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light —
in which we are washed and washed
out of our bones.
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Friday, 14 October 2016
Jiggery Makery...The witch rides out and 31 Days of Halloween..Day 14
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I have books of the G45 paper. I think it's so pretty and
ReplyDeleteunique - I will let myself use one sheet, the other gets saved.
Guess I'm lucky they have 2 sheets of everything in the collection. Hope your glitter problem clears soon. It is
hard to corral. thanks for sharing.
I love how she flies!!!Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThis is such an awesome witch.She really knows how to fly.
ReplyDeleteWonderful witch!
ReplyDeleteWhat - no photo of you or Simon in glitter?!? lol
ReplyDeleteThis witch reminds me of Nicole Kidman in her role
as Samantha of Bewitched.