I tried to photograph the bambis this morning but the zoom came out too blurry to see anything, and it was raining. When it stopped, the trees were lovely though.
Blood cools after the shot
rips a scream,
and beauty flees
to walk other gentler paths.
I may not live to see a time
not devoured by red hot open wounds,
the slow poison
that bleeds white
fish, flower and bird.
There is no peace in these nights,
but if I could, I would heal it all
with the soft fire of morning,
dancing on the edge of being.
Trees whisper last songs
as leaves fall, drift in gold,
and the robin sings sweet and strong
where the deer browse.
Listen to peace dropping,
let this not end through greed,
the innocent suffer for our folly.
Gorgeous photo.. wow!
Thank you! When the light is right, the phone takes a good shot. It’s very picky 🙂
I know, mine are taken with a very ordinary phone too. But you got a real beauty!
The light was lovely, the sun breaking through after a drizzly dawn catching the poplars which are really shedding their leaves now.
I love the whispering trees and dripping gold–that is just how it looks in your photo. Beautiful!
We have lots of the same words, of course–though different scenes. 🙂
It’s been remarkably quiet here this morning. Only a couple of shots. The deer spent a bit of time here early on. They had drifted off in the opposite direction to the shots…
On my way.
I hope the deer got away!
They weren’t in the right area. The gunshots were pop gun type. I’m sure they need proper rifles and bullets for deer.
I’m glad they weren’t after the deer, but hope they didn’t get anything else either.
It might well have been the neighbour up on the hill who has a hide in his garden and takes pot shots at whatever he sees. There are a lot of pheasants about. They’re easy to kill, big, slow, can’t fly very well, don’t know where the danger’s coming from. So much for the skill of the hunter. Pathetic.
😦
Oh! Hunter unless you hunt for food, God have mercy on your soul.💜
because I wouldn’t !
Nore I
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A time not devoured by red hot open wounds…now that is the truest wish for these times. The Oracle shows us what is there for us if we would just stop and let the world be. The colors in the photo are mesmerizing. (K)
The Oracle comforts, but never by pretending that life is a bowl of cherries. She tells it like it is and asks us to think about it.
It isn’t often I go out at dawn, in the rain to take photos, but the sunrise was magnificent, fuchsia pink sky. The sunrise photos were blurry but a few minutes later the cloud cleared the rain stopped and the sun slanted across the field to the west.