Across the harbor and through the trees
in soft pink glints of the sun,
angels are your guide, chariots your ride
last red ochre leaves of autumn
Sweet scented smoke of apple wood fire
snow dusted boughs of blue spruce
the wink of any eye, some pumpkin pie
Fill your heart with warm gratitude
I took these pictures from a small park in Steilacoom, WA while the small ferry was heading for Vashon Island in the late afternoon. The apple and maple trees stand starkly bare and there are benches engraved with local people's names. Early settlers' names are on the older renovated homes and on benches for sitting. In the distance one can see the Tacoma Narrows Bridge and a small strip of a beach and picnic area....plus there is an old fashioned wooden swing for two. A nice place to watch the sun go down.
Lovely. Both the photos and the poem fit right into this time of the year! Nanc
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nanc, it actually goes to the same tune as over the river and through the woods..
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