though down by the road the last stem of day flares.
I walk the dogs in the Janus-faced shadows.
The moon rises from mankind’s doubts.
You can live with sorrow
If you walk with your face open and your hair light.
~ Stephen Kuusisto
The poet has a new book, Letters to Borges; lovely work. And a big h/t to Lance Mannion, who first posted this.
This time of year the Northwest is deep blue with those shadows, dark, knife-edged under the brilliant moon of midsummer; the sort of shadows that hide lovers and fools whose madness and joy and sorrow drift across the warm night like memories not yet made.
I've loved the cooling mornings of late, that send me shivering back indoors for a robe. And the brilliant moonlight on freshly baled hay....my best part of summer.
ReplyDeleteI must be semi-vampire, the sun comes through and the temp rises and I scurry inside to draw curtains and turn on a fan.