How can one keep from joyfulness
or a whispered thanks to God?
I didn’t exactly order it
though it was ladled last night
in my falling-in to sleep
and cradled in my dreams.
But it came unbidden to me;
hoar frost, a mist and sunlight
have dressed this mid-November morning.
and I need not ask for more.
From my window of white diamonds
a heron stalks the river
gazes at the bridge,
is standing, statuesque, in meditation.
I watch too, in a similarity of stillness
but who will weaken first?
with a call to breakfast or to prayer?
Cait O’Connor
Beautiful writing, Cait.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to have seen this early on this Monday morning, as the images will stay with me for a long time.
xo
A most beautiful poem Cait, your writing always cheers me.
ReplyDeleteA cold crisp Autumn day here in Norfolk with a gentle sun, birds are feasting on the berries that I can see from my window.
xx
I wish you a speedy recovery. And I have some Good News to report!
ReplyDeleteMy Poetry Twenty-ten project is done. Readers may now print-off a neat, no clutter selection of 20 fine poems (12 pages) from Joan Cairns, Zaina Anwar, Gordon Mason and others by clicking on my smiley yellow star. And it's all completely FREE! As Annie Kerr says: poetry for a glass of wine.
Please enjoy.
Whenever I want to rest, I read your Blog. So beautiful.
ReplyDelete