Thursday, July 26, 2012

III Prayer

Give me a little less
with every dawn:
colour, a breath of wind,
the perfection of shadows,

till what I find, I find
because  it's there,
gold in the seams of my hands
and the night light, burning.
John Burnside

best, e.


Annie Cholewa said...

To comment at all seems to take away from JB's perfect words. I am so happy we have discovered this shared love of poetry Ellen, so pleased that you are finding in the poetry of JB and SH the heart stopping beauty that I do x

Susan T said...

Spectacular photo and wonderful words Ellen. Have a great weekend. We will be watching lots of people running, jumping and swimming. I feel tired out already.

Sian said...

beautiful photo and words : )