November's golden luminosity bathes the landscape in a fragrant breath of regal knowing. Amber light warms the stark reality caught in the branch spaces of newly naked birch. You can almost hear the sigh in the lost suppleness of youth as it stretches towards the softening glow. Shadows and reflections empower the landscape like a Vermeer masterpiece.
Autumn evenings bend early into fleeced capes draped on shoulders and wool socks on summer sandaled feet. Streetlights reflect the slowing down loneliness of empty streets, glistening in rain soaked leaves, the last to fall from the trees. There is an essence of a sombre drama found in a black and white late night movie born from days past. Aromas steeped in pipesmoke sweetness waft and blend with the bayberry candles flickering on the mantle. As the sun slips out of sight, a recognizable balladeer fills the night with baritone longing.......
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
This week's thematic photography prompt is autumn.........for more photos and thoughts, check out another famous Montrealer......... Carmi
2 comments:
I read and re-read and re-read your post. Wonderful. Really stirred my heart. Excellent post for Carmi's challenge. I'll be back for more visits
pastormac's ann....thank you! As soon as I started writing the descriptive words, I could hear Leonard Cohen's deep voice singing in the background. His lyrics seemed to fit the mood of autumn and twilight.
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