« With No Place to Go | Main | Distant View »
softly evening comes
the sky grows dark
darker
the moon rises
with stars blooming like flowers
in an empty field.
Burning brightly
constantly changing
yet to the naked eye
they remain the same
down below in the silence,
in the stillness,
in the darkness...
the garden grows unafraid
of the tiniest seed.
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Your Information
(Name is required. Email address will not be displayed with the comment.)
SO BEAUTIFUL ! SO TRUE! such a peaceful thought provoking post PEACE BE WITH YOU COREY AND SLL WHOM YOU LOVE!
Posted by: g | 07 February 2021 at 11:11 PM
And what a spectacular photo! Reminds me of Georgia O'Keeffe's painting style.
Posted by: Kathie B | 07 February 2021 at 11:34 PM
Lovely!
The image of the growing down below in stillness always touches me this time of year.
I wait and watch for things to appear through the ground.
Posted by: Marilyn | 08 February 2021 at 04:22 AM
Gardens and spring bring us hope and new beginnings
Much love always.
Perfect pure white flower of love
Posted by: Jeanne | 08 February 2021 at 08:43 AM
Beautiful, Corey. Your heart speaks to mine. Thinking of you, keeping you in my prayers and of course, sending love.
Posted by: Kathy | 08 February 2021 at 04:09 PM
Your reflections are sheer poetry —— and prayer. I carry you in my heart. Thank you, Corey!
Posted by: Anna | 09 February 2021 at 01:07 PM