Shadows of Moonlight Dance
....in the mornings glow of exalted beauty,
the mountains that so surround my showing,
glistened with the dewish sheen of refined rhapsody,
while the forest beckoned to me of distant flowering….
—-”come to me my love” was heard by one such as i,
as i paused for a moment before the gap in yonder wall,
walking through the glens of depth with seeing eye,
i noticed how the trees all spread their arms in response to an upward call….
—-as a token offering of giving thanks for day-word light and sun,
are not these the ones who teach me much of how to live,
the better part of saving grace as on-ward my steps do run,
and i am fitted to be a part with them in learning how to give….
—-all my yesterdays have faded into the remembering of what is today,
and after i also have gone my way in the shadows of moonlight dance,
there still remains an-other to come this way,
who from standing where that one stood will pause in happenstance….
Just collaging here with some past pictures as I re-numerate on the seasons of my beginnings, from where I have stood at the gap in the wall….
....and yes, connected with any great man you will all-ways find a great lady....my lumberjill....
....and as all-ways, workin' hard is hardly workin' when what your doing is filled with play....
....have a very good day!
....does not the character of my in-grained wood fibers spell out the beauty of what i was meant to be....a work of 'wood art' i am....
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/