This morning, I glanced out of our bedroom window and caught this exquisite moment on my phone, where it will join a billion other camera-shots, recording the passing of today. I could not resist turning the beauty into a poem for I particularly love those moments when a picture births a poem or vice versa.
An autumnal mist
filters the morning sun,
reducing its blaze to quiescent orange,
on which, just for a few rare minutes
I can safely stay my eye.
I remind myself
that beyond nature’s curtain,
spins a roiling,
turbulent ball of gas,
that sustains all life
on Earth.
So I give thanks.
But remember,
that unconstrained,
this glowing sphere
also has,
a fearsome capacity
to kill and destroy.
TT 21.09.24