Life is poetry. The daily rhythms, the seasons, the sounds, the cadence, the tides in and out, the sun that rises and sets, the wind that howls or whispers, lives that begin and end. This is poetry. This is life.
I find myself drawn to sunsets. It is not an unusual attraction, that I know. But evening after evening, on every day of my life, the sky has the power to take my breath away. A sunset signals the end of a day, but it always seems to open a door, at the very moment when the other doors of the day are closing, unto a state of renewed reflection and perspective. I can see further when the sky is golden and the hues are rosy. I feel peace spread as if carried on the back of every slanting ray that touches the clouds and changes them, tinting them with the promise of what lies beyond.
This life rhythm repeats and refreshes and renews with a certainty that rivals the regularity found in poems. The solace and inspiration that rings true with a poem held close to one’s heart beam forth at sunset. The beats in each line of iambic pentameter resonate with the beats of my heart, and with the sound of waves crashing on shore, and the musical calls of seagulls and other flying musicians. The tide that recedes and advances reveals pearls of wisdom, hidden and polished by the turbulent waters. We find gems: sea shells, pebbles and sea glass glowing with a luminosity that only can come from living life well and surviving whatever is tossed our way. We become richer in patina and tone, deeper in hue like the sunset soaked clouds of orange and fiery red.
It is sharp, this end of day light that shines into our soul. We accept and bathe in it, welcoming its pleasing color and warmth, and in return it allows us to see the landscape of our lives more clearly.
We are witness to the beauty of life like the weeds and wild things that are part of the sunset, and the framework for it as well. What a joyous thing that is! What a celebration! It is a poem, sung to the heavens!
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!