“In spite of the months of knowing
Sky in September ~ W.S. Merwin
and the years
autumn comes with astonishment
light held up in a glass
the terrible news in a haze
caught breath in the warm leaves
In spite of the gathering dust and the vast moon
the day comes with a color
its words cannot touch…”
Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures
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Oh, my… it’s raining sun rays! Beautiful and so fitting for the poem! xoxo
you found the words Marina – ‘raining sun rays’ – quite the poet!
Awww…. you are too kind. Just what I saw! 😉 xoxo