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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
No Pretending: Deb Colarossi
If you have not had the pleasure of visiting with my friend Deb at her gorgeous blog Talk at the Table, perhaps today's post will entice you to drop by for a cuppa'. Deb has a way of writing as though you are indeed sitting across the table in her cozy kitchen, sharing the intimacies of her life, her world, OUR lives and world...her words always resonate with a universality we can all relate to. And then there are her photos that pull you in...even deeper.
I am honored to have Deb Colarassi as our Gratitude Guest Host today:
The Autumn Sonnets
If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one,
If I can come to know what they do know,
That fall is the release, the consummation,
Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit
Would not distemper the great lucid skies
This strangest autumn, mellow and acute.
If I can take the dark with open eyes
And call it seasonal, not harsh or strange
(For love itself may need a time of sleep),
And, treelike, stand unmoved before the change,
Lose what I lose to keep what I can keep,
The strong root still alive under the snow,
Love will endure -- if I can let you go.
Photo by Deb Colarossi
I appreciate that these ducks aren't fickle. They do not appear more aloof today, hesitant to dabble and forage , keeping their emerald and gloss to themselves. No less merry , no indifference. They tip steady and glide regardless , as remarkable as they are inclined to be. They don't assume or note. They are not confused, looking among the same reeds for something different . No longing to keep me immured on the banks , on the edge , in the shallow. I can appear with my heart mottled and dry and they will embody the same mallard blithesome spirit as last week. They don't pretend to know something I don't but I return again and again listening . And if I forget, they hold no grudge. Glistening and sure and guiding their young in turn, they too having been lead under the pink of a scattered morning sky into the open.