Now I carry those days
in a tiny box wherever I go.
I open the lid like this
and let the light glimpse
and then glance away.
There is a sigh
like my breath when I do this.
Some days I do this again and again.
~ William Stafford, closing strophe to “Remembering”
Credits: Poem – Memory’s Landcape. Photograph: catching light by karin.krn via eikadan
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Revisiting a precious memory, yes, yes, a perfect evocation….
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Like Kooser, another master craftsman.
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Beautiful – words and image 💛
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Thanks Val
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I love that image, the light streaming in, the promise of a new day.
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Me too Carolann…was arresting when I first came across it.
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A great way to start a Friday David. Thank you!
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Thanks. Have a great weekend Debra.
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beautiful –
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