An image and memory from a recent walk, a poem of reflection and shadow for a mid-winter day…
A Shadow of My Present Self
Walking through the woods near the lake
at the end of a warm winter’s day
the sun so near the horizon
that it sends its golden carpet unfurling
recklessly across the earth,
I catch myself walking beside me.
A shadow thrown
in black-on-orange-on-oak-brown,
A temporary photograph
reminding me who I am at that moment.
Wandering, quiet, willing to be surprised.
Trying hard to see and be aware.
A child, after all these 60 years,
of the source of light
shining in and through and around me.
3 comments On A Shadow of My Present Self
Thank you, Steve.
The Imagery and thoughts are oh! so beautiful! Prayer-full poetry. Takes my breath away, Steve.
Thanks, Kathleen! Hope all is well with you!