Friday, November 6, 2015

november light (and a cat for good measure)





november light is grace—a holy kiss 
to wake the weary structures of wood and straw and stone,
illumining worn edges and surface cracks,
consecrating dusty sills with dappled shadows,
flecked with gold.

the cat is a pragmatist
light to her means spiders floating in gossamer silk
and lizards idly sunning, all fair game for her sharp teeth
and dragon eyes, her pupils a slash of india ink
in the brilliance.




6 comments:

JoAnn Hallum said...

Tobin says, "look at mews (his nickname for cats) it is our kitty!"

Jennifer Richardson said...

this comforts me so.
I love the soft rhythm of your words
and the way the sunlight plays also softly
with your days.
thanks for sharing the beauty,
Jennifer

Loree said...

The words are so lovely - and the photos too. I love how you capture the light.

Beth said...

Love this! Wonderful imagery. And of course, a darling cat!

Tracy said...

*sigh*... that first line stole my heart away... :) And so did sweet kitty Luna... Beautiful images & words, Leslie ((HUGS))

♥ tinyWOOLF ♥ said...

now ain't that a beauty, your bunch of words-into-a-poem.
and the same goes, i feel, for your images.
you caught that silvery light so well.
n♥