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| Photographs by Kate Spence Bridges |
Above the setting sun
the clouds are suffused with gold
and the willow tree, hangs delicately
tinged with blushes of bold.
Far beyond, in wintry fields
gnarled limbs curl suspiciously,
like human shoulders shrugging off
the suspended burden of eternity.
There is no eternity, here
in nature's glorious reign
the yellow moon, paper thin, winking
bids farewell to the sun as it wanes.
But the lover smiles at nature's ways
true love understands eternity,
with tears of crystal truth so pure
and a heart of changing constancy.
participating in Moondustwriter Thursday, inspired by the music of composer George Winston and the photography of Kate Spence Bridges' winter in Scotland
