It is now after 6am in New England, and it’s dark!
Only yesterday, the sun was pouring in and it was time for the day to begin.
Let’s take time while we can, here in the dark, remember that sunny feeling.
Let’s recall the
MIDSUMMER PRAYER:
In midsummer, under the luminous
sky of everlasting light,
the laced structures of thought
fall away
like the filigrees of the white
diaphanous
dandelion turned pure white and
ghostly,
hovering at the edge of its own
insubstantial
discovery in flight. I’ll do the same,
watch
the shimmering dispersal of tented
seeds
lodge in the tangled landscape
without
the least discrimination. So let my own
hopes
escape the burning wreck of ambition,
parachute
through the hushed air, let them spread
elsewhere,
into the tangled part of life that refuses
to be set straight.
Herod searched of days looking for
the children.
The mind’s hunger for fame will hunt down
all innocence.
Let them find safety in the growing wild,
I’ll not touch them there.”
………………. DAVID WHYTE, from his book of poems,
River Flow, 1984-2007
Fall back, spring forward, they say.
Coming soon.
always with love,
Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette
