A friend sent me an image of a very late rose in his garden.
How stunning it was, blooming in the early autumn.
One would not even think it had to struggle
With the shorter days or cooler nights.
One would only see the rapture of its beauty
In the depths of its center and in the fullness of its petals.
One would not consider it to be a very late rose at all.
One would only think it to be right on time.
Audio of The Punctuality of the Yellow Rose
I've been amazed of late how often I am presented with exactly what I have needed out of circumstances that I thought were all messed up. And then, of all things, I am surprised at the outcome. Is it possible that if we let things be, whatever that is right will come along? It's certainly something to think about. skp
New Beginnings in a Old Space
As part of my thinking process, I need to be able to look up and out in order for my thoughts to gel. This room has a big front window from which I can look out and see what's going on. It also has a second window at my back which lets light in for me to type without strain. It is perfect for a writer.
We are painting, putting up some knotty cedar panels, adding new book shelves and hanging my favorite art work. The whole process is causing much more work and hoopla than I anticipated, but the results will be very much worth it. I will post pictures of the new office when it is complete. Might we have some new and different poetry from the new/old space? Well, I'll be right here, waiting for the muse to let me know. skp