postcards from paradise harvesting summer

 

i enter this beauty like a cathedral of sundays.

a devotion of upturned faces,

humming in a choir of industrious bees.

finally, so heavy laden they drift away

slow as  memory.

i lean closer, scattering grains of pollen on the curve of my cheek

 dressing morning so yellow bright with adoration; 

i forget how old i am.

 a pair of finches arrive

darting in and out of their hearts desire to finally

rest upside down on the rim of abundance.

gingerly freeing the delicate seeds one by one 

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 in a sea of 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 with the willingness of light.

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 

 silhouettes riveted 

against magnificent pillars of ever changing clouds. 

 sun warm his hands reach toward me, 

 brushing long strands of desire from my pollen stained cheeks.

this moment

this blue bowl of morning

where cats walk on silent padded dreams,

and golden finches

embroider patches of condensed sunlight

we turn towards each other

remembering

until what looks like yesterdays footprints

leave us speechless in the light of day.

 

 

 

 

where dear friends has paradise has taken you?

 

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Comments

[Magical Mystical Teacher]

Somehow, I think, we are all perched on the rim of abundance...and we hesitate to plunge in.

[Hettienne Grobler]

Gorgeous!! your postcards remind me of summer returning while we are being showered by water, hail and snow from the heavens! I have not been active in blogland for a while - been travelling and I have met with some ill health - now I am in good health again and back to join in!

[Mama Zen]

Exquisite. Just exquisite.

[Ana]

Sunflowers are my favorite flowers in the whole world. Big, not delicate, truthful...

[Sue Fox]

Those images! So beautiful, I love, love, love! And who could write words to accompany them like you? Your gifts are endless.

xxx

[Carol]

Rebecca your photography is always so awesome and your words so inspirational ~ thanks for hosting ~ enjoy paradise ~ (A Creative Harbor)

[Lindsay]

Magical photographs! I really enjoyed reading your poetry too! Have a wonderful week Rebecca. :)

[Christine L. Villa]

Awww.... I'm speechless, in awe with your beautiful words. Just beautiful!

[Christine L. Villa]

I forgot to mention. Your photographs are magnificent! Magical! :-)

[olivia]

Oh, so beautiful, Rebecca...this poem touched me especially. All of yours do, of course, but this one in particular. xoO

[Stephanie]

oh how I adore these tiny gold finches...I watch them out the window as they munch on the sunflowers.

You captured late summer in these images.

I enjoyed a picture postcard perfect Sunday myself...too late to join here unless you want a peek
http://rodrigvitzstyle.typepad.com/rodrigvitz_style/2012/08/a-happy-birthdayand-some-time-to-breath.html

but tomorrow I will share my sunflower daze :)

[Lea]

Dearest Rebecca, I have come back to this post many times this past week... these photos and your words have left me speechless... the line that I keep coming back to is, "so heavy laden they drift away slow as memory..." The harvest is abundant here, how fortunate are we to feast at your table. XOXOXO