just here

we live in the bright of the sun
the cupped palms of this valley
holding gently everything
together

even the sky laughs blueness
on our shoulders warmly
and bends to stroke smooth
his reflection
in shallow pond water
edged with purple loosestrife

in high summer even the shallows
are beautiful, the shadows
after sunset not true dark

but simply night
opening hands
to loose dreaming
on a sighing world

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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20 Responses to just here

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    “the shadows
    after sunset not true dark”
    what a lovely thought

  2. The joy of summer, the sky that laughs blue and and thus gentle, that bends to stroke smooth and thus sensuous…and what great sound effects – you sing so beautifully Susan! well done, once again.

  3. Holly Michael says:

    Lovely!

  4. Green Speck says:

    Sun and sunshine… your poem shines :-)

  5. So colorfully sweet.

  6. doncarroll says:

    very nice susan. strong finish on the last stanza:)

  7. BroadBlogs says:

    I’m melting in sunlight. Shared on fb w/link back. Hope you don’t mind I shared the whole poem, and added your name at bottom.

  8. nelle says:

    Nice. We think of night as a covering, but in reality it opens to our view the greater universe, and with it, perspective on our place in it.

  9. An encompassing beauty!

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