a flaming sea of amber swaying in the cooling breeze.
i enter their beauty like a cathedral of sundays.
a devotion of upturned faces,
humming with the choir of industrious bees.
finally so heavy laden they drift away,
slow as a summer memory.
i lean closer, catching grains of scattered pollen
on the curve of my startled cheek.
a pair of finches arrive
darting in and out of hearts desire.
dressing morning in yellow adoration; i forget how old i am
as they rest perched upside down on the rim of abundance
gingerly freeing the delicate seeds one by one for their last summer feast.
tiny, golden, so impossibly small
against the open faces of their mother lode.
devouring mouthfuls of condensed sunlight,
i turn to my husband...
standing in the first light of dawn,
his hands slipping in and out of emerald green.
pruning, trimming, tending
he is lost in such tender fascination
longing pierces my heart for yesterdays,
when i too, was this new to him, dressed in his careful love.
here, in the garden
this last cathedral of summer
where we tangle with darkness and light
wearing our autumn hearts.
i sing in the company of flowers
adorned in amber necklaces of finches and bees
desiring only to untangle in his perfect arms,
loose myself in the light of willingness.
while he labors,
head down in the dark green rows of a faithful garden,
tomatoes steadily rounding under his practical gaze.
he thinks earth, stones the first frost of autumn
i think
wings, clouds, the colour of rain
until our paths finally converge
our silhouettes riveted
against magnificent pillars of ever changing clouds.
sun warm hands reach toward me, he
brushes long strands of old desire from my pollen stained cheeks.
this moment
this blue bowl of morning
where cats walk on silent padded dreams,
we turn towards each other
remembering
until what looks like yesterdays footprints
leave us speechless in the light of day.
we are harvesting the fruits of summer,
gathering the promise of seeds, staying close to each other in the waning golden light.
tell me dear friends, where has paradise taken you?
Words and pictures, you have it all to thrill our hearts!
with love x
Sorry Rebecca might have linked twice!
Posted by: Sue Fox | September 25, 2011 at 09:46 AM
rebecca~
Such an intimate and beautiful rendering of your heart here. You have painted an edenic portrait surely and this sacred moment with your soul mate reminds us that the heart is the keeper of love's memories and fires and not the body. Your words draw us into a space where we can not only appreciate the sacredness and tenderness of human love but of divine creation and our place in it and go away, even though we may be alone, feeling that we have been touched and blessed by your experience. Thank you for sharing it.
Much Love,
Noelle
Posted by: Noelle Clearwater | September 25, 2011 at 01:01 PM
What rapture -- your voice, your words, those photos --
Posted by: Elizabeth | September 25, 2011 at 01:02 PM
rebecca, your poem and photos are sublime and magical. You are truly gifted. I hope you are well.
Posted by: Cheryl's Excellent Adventure | September 25, 2011 at 02:18 PM
"I sing in the company of flowers" should win an award for "best line in a poem, ever". I also like "tomatoes steadily rounding under his practical gaze".
Posted by: Cheryl's Excellent Adventure | September 25, 2011 at 02:23 PM
I am almost speechless--certainly breathless--after feasting on your words!
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | September 25, 2011 at 02:36 PM
You transport me every single time I come by. Such beauty in your words and your photos. Your heart.
xo
Posted by: Leslie M | September 26, 2011 at 07:50 PM
The beauty of this brought tears to me, Lovely One. Thank you for this gift.
I love you.
Posted by: Kim Mailhot | September 27, 2011 at 05:54 AM