a picture & a poem: dogwoods & jane kenyon

evening sun by jane kenyon

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Why does this light force me back 
to my childhood? I wore a yellow 
summer dress, and the skirt 
made a perfect circle.

Turning and turning 
until it flared to the limit
was irresistible . . . . The grass and trees, 
my outstretched arms, and the skirt 
whirled in the ochre light
of an early June evening.

And I knew then
that I would have to live, 
and go on living: what a sorrow it was; 
and still what sorrow ignites
but does not consume
my heart.

(image by me...i am in awe of how beautiful the dogwood trees look this spring!//poem source)