10 January 2012

Howl

This morning
treading down the stairs
before the sun rose,
the house cast dark
as a starless night,
a hole to never,
a page filled with
black pastel,
until I turned
to the kitchen
and through the window,
the moon, luminous,
washed the rest
of the world
in pearly splendor.



Namaste...

6 comments:

  1. Love that, Linda. The black pastel real got me...the black hole pigment. Like the photo, too. Looks like a cataracted eye with additional issues. Why you getting up so early?
    ;-)
    Melinda

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  2. That Wolf moon seemed to get the World's attention. I like the "hole to never."

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  3. Thank you all for reading this little stone o' mine. My words do not do justice to that morning.

    Melinda, of course you would like the pastelreference ;^)

    Peace...

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  4. There's a cadence to this piece that just sits well with me. Lovely.

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