Friday, September 21, 2007

equinox


"under the harvest moon,
when the soft silver
drips shimmering
over the garden nights,
death, the gray mocker,
comes and whispers to you
as a beautiful friend
who remembers."


-carl sandburg





painting by: robin street-morris

1 comment:

L. Espenmiller said...

Jessa- absolutely beautiful post - the combination of the artwork with the poem - exquisite. This poem gives me chills - I dig it.

Fall is in the air here in Oakland - I love Fall. Delicious air and sky and web and cloud and tree and honey bee and kisses all over from the breeze.

peace,
Lisa