Walden Pond at sunset. (Photo courtesy M. Rowinski)
Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half and hour,
in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn,
and the curtain falls.
And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light.
And then the damask curtains glow along the western window.
And now the first star is lit, and I go home.
4 comments:
beautiful. i have always been meaning to head down there to explore...i love concord, so full of charm. my husband and i spent our anniversary there walking around town.
A beautiful meditation on an Autumn day...Thoreau is always a sure thing!
Breathtaking picture and words
lovely U,
xxx darlene
Will I ever again live where the scenery is beautiful? Is it worth not living near family? This is my struggle. Thus, I will probably never live where that type of beauty abounds...sniff. My forcast calls for dessert.
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