that Thursday morning,
while ordinary elsewhere,
emerged here with such joy –
so bright and thick,
one could lean upon it
an homage to light,
the bending heads of yarrow
and the exuberant flash
of fireweed rose late
above the grasses with
grace beyond speaking
it is just as well I left
my voice at home
© Sarah Whiteley
Sometimes what one sees can steal one’s voice….returning it only after arriving at home.
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Exactly. And sometimes that itself is an added gift. 🙂
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Oh, I know that “grace beyond speaking”! Beautifully written and described, Sarah. ❤️
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Reminds me of some of my camping trips here in the Rockies. Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Outstanding
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