In the eternal world of the dead
Sun shines upwards from beneath the perfect feet of heroes.
Grass ripened peacefully for millennia under dark skies
Pauses unchanging in this breathless land.
The storm of life blows through
Throwing seeds tumbling into death
And through the gate of life
Back into our world
And all it’s chaotic change.
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Ah – the light is gorgeous and makes the chaos beautiful.
Thanks Fi, I think that if we can let go of the need to control, most chaos is rather beautiful ……and fleeting!
I can feel the breeze. It’s sweet, like tears of dawn
Oh that’s a gorgeous comment, the tears of dawn…..delicious
Oh the light from the sinking sun with those bruise coloured clouds is just gorgeous!
It was really wonderful to see, and I got quite excited as I snapped away….it’s like a little inner bubble of happiness when I know the colours and the light are working well 🙂
Oh yes I know that little bubble well 🙂
Beautiful words and photos.
Very kind Mary, thank you.
A very creative angle and fine words.
Thank you…..the sun was being very co-operative that evening….and the words came from the feel of eternity when I see golden grass 🙂
hello Seonaid,
great light on the grass
in the second shot.
We do not need redwoods
to enjoy the daily sun.
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Very true Frizz, and the sun deserves all our praise, lighting our world in wonderful ways….
Is it the grass or is it the sky? It looks like heaven 🙂
Felt like heaven……maybe the combination, but its the way the sunlight caught it that makes it for me 🙂
Stunning photos.
Thanks Colline, the light was perfect, but only for a moment 🙂
Sometimes a moment is all you need 🙂
i love the dramatic lighting of the photos.. very nice 🙂
Nature was being very helpful….I love the way it comes in from underneath….a combination of the sun being low and me and the grass being up on the sand dunes 🙂
The sun glistening in those grasses is truly beautiful. We had a rainbow evening here tonight. 🙂
Thanks Jo, it mesmerised me for a while filling me with inexplicable joy.
We had a rainbow too while I was out with the dogs….but didn’t have my camera with me 😦
Those are wonderfully dramatic, the second one particularly so. That is a really deep and lovely poem.
That’s very kind of you to say, the light was so delicious it had me squeaking joyfully as I lined up the shots. The poem tumbled out tonight as I lost myself in the photos while processing them…..golden grass has a very strange effect on my mind 🙂
Seonaid, Lovely photos and poem. Stormy skies do a lot for one’s “muse”.
They do indeed, I love the thunderous heavy clouds of August 🙂