Evening seen through my eyes...

The heavens were gifting us promises the other evening…

Real, glorious promises...

There was something magical all around me... 

beneath me and above me 

which corresponded to feelings harbored deep in the spirit...

Magic carried by evening breezes
...if you want to hear
A message stirring up in goldenrod clouds
...if you want to see

A pink glow illuminating the woods at the edge of the garden

The pink part of twilight… 

A brief butterfly of a moment quickly disappearing to shadows… 

A brief moment when all the whites brighten and glow

As darkness seems to creep out of the forest before your eyes….

Always enticing you to it...

"Come... come"

No matter how old I grow, I am always a little girl on warm summer nights… 

begging to go outside, arms stretch to the night in full surrender, 

mouth open in a big round O to taste the thick air, 

and ears ready to listen… 

to listen to the songs in which the new night wraps itself with…

Ah yes...
"The beating heart of the universe is holy joy"
(Martin Buber)

Love

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FISHTAIL COTTAGE GARDEN PARTY