Photo - Douglas Salisbury
"Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light"
In Blackwater Woods - Mary Oliver
his body knew not
seasons nor time's tempest
but only its own heartbeat
slower than low tide
on long summer's day
outside the sun beckons
orange pink light,
a mirror of new day
but his bones are heavy
silted with mysterious roots
curling stiff as purple-red autumn leaf
he sinks into sleep
steeped with clouds
ever wandering with wind
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads- Play It Again, Inspired by Kerry's William Carlos Williams, and Susie's Bits of Inspiration, The Photography of Douglas Salisbury
and Poets United. This is based on meeting someone who has irregular & mysterious sleep patterns. Thanks for the visit ~
