morning shocked with its shiver of frost.
the last hope of
summer shattered like broken stars.
it is the way of life.
the building up and letting go.
like all these brazen leaves
stringing their message across the landscape.
silhouettes of trees, astonishing naked arms,
struck with the profound beauty
of their perfect simplicity,
reach straight for heaven,
like a silver choir.
unfettered
how they dance, dizzy with stars,
punctuated with birds, peppered with
prayers that slip through like white clouds under a ceiling of light.
somewhere in the softening darkness
i met this frost licked morning.
the simplicity of white undressed me.
startled the one thousand requirements of day.
i tossed the worn coins of life into the air...
and let the balance fall like so many mysteries,
to lie in wait for their perfect season.
i took off the heavy clothes of
expectations, obligation, overly ambitious to do lists.
i reached for an apron of forgiving.
a bowl of present.
an enormous slice of letting go.
i placed my fingers in the heart of one single moment,
and vowed to string one to the next,
like bright red prayer beads
knotted with the simple
miracle of being
alive.
***
I celebrate this life with you Rebecca. This is such a sacred beautiful moment to share with you. I wish to hug you right now, hold you and be warmed,,,I am tossing away my apron and going outside to play!
Posted by: deb taylor | November 22, 2011 at 10:40 AM
With you in this heart of the moment, Beautiful One.
I love you, my friend.
Posted by: Kim Mailhot | November 22, 2011 at 11:03 AM
Wow this is an amazing tribute to all the embodies autumn. I'm in love with all the imagery.
Have a great day!
Always, Queenie
Posted by: Queenie Believe | November 22, 2011 at 11:31 AM
You always amaze me.
Posted by: gayle | November 22, 2011 at 11:39 AM
Beauty Full! Rebecca!! I won't be joining in posting a VIRGIN A DAY unless I get some miracles, like time to shop for a computer(YOU must not have read all of my post, I'm using my daughter's pc) and with all the stress of moving, I will be here in SPIRIT though!! Your posts are like a breath of fresh air!!! Thank YOU!!xooxoXOXOXOOXO!
Posted by: Cinda Rae Oliverio | November 22, 2011 at 12:32 PM
Gorgeous, simply gorgeous. Both the words and the pictures.
For some reason those frost bitten leaves make me thirsty. Want to reach into the screen and lick that luscious dew right off them...simply enchanting post!
Posted by: Livia | November 22, 2011 at 08:37 PM
Dearest rebecca,
You give me a reason to go on, to wake up and face a new day, knowing that there is so much beauty to be seen and heard and felt out there in this bright and perfect world. Thank you for the blessing of frost covered leaves and frozen rosebud prayerbeads. Thank you for the apron of forgiving, the bowl of present, and the enormous slice of letting go. Beautiful...
xoxoxo,
Noelle
Posted by: Noelle | November 22, 2011 at 08:59 PM
AhhhHHHHH! I came back to inhale all this beauty here before I go to bed! SWEET DREAMS Darling!
Posted by: Cinda Rae Oliverio | November 22, 2011 at 09:24 PM
you wreck me
you break my heart
with each gilded word
with each choreographed phrase
I stumble to the threshold
of each thought
each vision of BEauty
Rebecca,
did you burn your toast?
I love you darling Muse,
xox - eb.
Posted by: eb | November 22, 2011 at 09:29 PM
Wow Rebecca that is an amazing Poem. Thank you.
Posted by: Kate | November 23, 2011 at 10:21 AM
That frosty reminder...of who is in charge, is always a good lesson for letting go.
There is beauty here of course, that cold brittle frost.
Hope your home fires are burning brightly.
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | November 23, 2011 at 12:50 PM
you keep on doing it. making me breathless with your beauty. i want to stand there with you, stretching leafless branches heavenward, placing my fingers on those bright red beads of life.
(as for the gallows humor - it was more apt than you know. more in an e-mail ;)
Posted by: leslie | November 23, 2011 at 01:53 PM
Lovely poetic thoughts.
Hope you are enjoying warm coziness with those you love. Happy Thanksgiving.
Posted by: gma | November 23, 2011 at 07:02 PM
One of the most delightful poems these.. what joy and happiness has filled my heart here in this moment... I am sure expression on my face because of this moment can be painted and titled Purest of Joys.. a gift from Rebecca...
THANK YOU.. ITS GOODNIGHT FROM PUNE INDIA..
WILL MEET TOMORROW ON HAIKU MY HEART..
Posted by: Ramesh Sood | November 24, 2011 at 08:51 AM
Reading your words and seeing your wonderful photos is such a joy Rebecca! I am a big fan of the black birds... great shots. I also love the roses, with their icy frosting!
Posted by: Rosie | November 25, 2011 at 02:09 AM