Husband Gunnar is teaching me to use natural sunlight adding depth, shadows and life to a picture.Alas I forgot my mother's dust theorem;
"Spring reveals all your hidden sins."
Found this little poem to comfort me..and hopefully you.
Little Cosmic Dust Poem
John Haines
Out of the debris of dying stars
this rain of particles
that waters the waste with brightness..
The sea-wave of atoms hurrying home,
collapse of the giant
unstable guest who cannot stay.
The sun's heart reddens and expands,
his mighty aspiration is lasting,
as the shell of his substance
one day will be white with frost.
In the radiant field of Orion
great hordes of stars are forming.
just as we see every night,
fiery and faithful to the end.
Out of the cold and fleeing dust
that is never and always,
the silence and waste to come.
This arm, this hand,
my voice, your face, this love.
Originated by MaryT, check hers for today.
