I was up early yesterday morning. Well, early for me, it was before the sun came up. It was so peaceful wandering around my yard in the gloaming.
In the Gloaming
by Meta Orred
In the gloaming*, oh, my darling!
When the lights are dim and low,
And the quiet shadows falling,
Softly come and softly go;
When the winds are sobbing faintly
With a gentle unknown woe,
Will you think of me, and love me,
As you did once long ago?
In the gloaming, oh, my darling!
Think not bitterly of me!
Tho’ I passed away in silence
Left you lonely, set you free;
For my heart was crush’d with longing,
What had been could never be;
It was best to leave you thus, dear,
Best for you, and best for me.
*gloaming is the twilight that occurs at dusk and dawn; I’m reminded of Yeats’s line about “The blue and the dim and the dark cloths/Of night and light and the half-light”
The trick is to not be gloomy in the gloam….en theos ††† jim
“Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
Our high is supposed to reach close to 90 degrees today. I wish I could just enjoy it and not pine for more. Knowing that winter will return and wrinkle any too soon growth. I somehow apply that logic to me and feel scared that even at my age I could prematurely bloom.
Our weather today is so pretty and yet it draws heavily upon my heart.
I wish and wonder for summers rebound.
A bud, a bloom, baby birds hawking for mothers return
I long to mount the road, a blue road.
Flowers abound away from urban sound.
I long for flowers and small roads, the fading of human touch
To be adrift with the sound of nothing but the quiet heartbeat of nature.
enjoy your weather and our mother nature that is around in all seasons…en theos ††† jim
“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Enjoy the view, it’s free! †††en theos ††† jimwork
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore
We have been so blessed with our weather (rain), cool temperatures, lots of bugs & butterflies, and some of the best southwest Texas sunrises & sunsets. This view was given to me earlier this week on our evening walk with Clovis & Grace. A little more than a block away from my home I came upon this structure and view. I have walked past a thousand times giving it little more than a glimpse. On this evening it was aglow in that brief gift of the golden hour and one just had to stop and admire. To wonder not only of God’s work, but what man had long ago crafted this gate. Before there was a neighborhood, it was his ranch, his land and I had never walked by.
Gates are made to both keep out and to let in. It let in a moment of wonder and reflection that now sits in my overflowing cupboard of life’s blessings.
Are gates keeping you out or letting you in? ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Man in the shadow.
I stole this silhouette while eating lunch on a quiet New Mexico restaurant patio . The man was so still and deep in thought. He seemed to have a little mystery about him.
I don’t generally like to snipe photos. I prefer to make my presence known, otherwise I become the man in the shadow. I am trying to not hide myself any longer. I have spent way too much time in the shadows. It can be cold there and the warmth of the sun is so much more inviting.