Friday, 28 September 2012

'....But, but -
excuse me now, please; it's morning heavenly bright,
 and irrepressible heart begs me to hurry on
 into the next exquisite moment.'

-'Trying to Be Thoughtful in the First Brights of Dawn' - Mary Oliver -

It's lovely how the dawn sky is flushed or washed with a pale lemon in a line just above and behind the trees on the golf-links.  As though a water-colour artist were beginning a painting, laying down the first washes, gliding the pale pigment across the paper.
My pen halts sitting across my thumb - listening, waiting for the next movement, to place the letters flowing from brain to paper.   There... as I look up I catch the gold of a tree.  There is one point in the dawning where the sunbeams catch-up one tree alone, clustered about by many yet only this one tree's top most leaves and branches are lit-up with the golden light of the rising morning sun.  I can see it through my window in the mass of branches and leaves of the other trees gathered around it.  It is like the subject of 'This is Your Life' and the others about clustered friends and relatives called to pay homage.
I have a small spray of creamy white freesia on the window-sill and behind there is a shallow line of condensation along the bottom of the window itself, the sun illuminates it so that gleams like sunshine on snow reminding me of a heap of tiny diamonds tipped from a bag.


9 comments:

Teresa Evangeline said...

What a beautiful moment you've captured. What a lovely morning read.

Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello Jane:
How beautifully you paint the watercolour dawn of your day with your finely chosen words. The changing light through the seasons is, we agree a source of endless fascination and delight no matter how sunny or dull the day.

Here in Budapest we notice at the start and end of the day a golden glow that is never seen by us in England. The colour is saturated in its brilliance as if the warmth of a thousand summers are contained within it!

Wishing you a gloriously golden weekend!

Half-heard in the Stillness said...

Thank you so much Teresa!

Thank you Jane and Lance, ooh! I envy you that golden Budapest glow, how wonderfully you describe it....'saturated in its brilliance as if the warmth of a thousand summers are contained within it!'

Jane x

Ann Nichols said...

You have such a poetic style of writing... so lovely, I was experiencing this dawning day with you!
Hope all is well with you!
Ann

Ann Nichols said...

PS I have such a hard time getting through the code to prove I'm not a robot whenever I visit here!(I've removed this command from my comment page and so far, haven't had a problem...)
In case my original comment didn't go through... this was such a lovely posting! You have such a wonderful style of writing!
Blessings!
Ann

WOL said...

I need to explore Mary Oliver's work. The bits and nubbins of it I've seen are lovely. I love the blue glass pretties on your windowsill. Light shining through colored glass is one of my favorite things.

Half-heard in the Stillness said...

Ann : So sorry you having difficulties with the dratted code 'thingy', other's have mentioned it too. I'm not sure what to do as I'm sure alot of people will abandon leaving their comments because it's so difficult but I have been left rude and horrible comments in the past which were upsetting.

However I DID get them from you and thank you so much!! :))) My health hasn't been too good at all recently alas. I'm thrilled you liked my writing dear Ann, hope you are well and congratulations on your new book too!
Hugs Jane x

Half-heard in the Stillness said...

WOL: I love Mary Oliver's poetry, she manages to reach into my heart and soul...and I often marvel at her phrases and descriptions. Hope you manage to catch-up with her soon.

I got the little blue glass vase after watching 'Under the Tuscan Sun' and seeing the little blue vase Francis saves from the home she is reluctantly leaving. Have you seen the film? It's one of my favourite 'feel good movies'

Hugs Jane

Sacha said...

Hello Jane
What a lovely poem for autumn morning! we feel that this time you were happy and that makes me very happy
I wish you a good Sunday and a week in the image of this beautiful and wonderful morning touched you with its beauty
kiss
Sacha