...as you stand there, empty handed...

The Sun
~Mary Oliver

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?



Ruby is bold and feisty, she had to endure Nelson and my lens in her face, but she stood up to both challenges. This is only slightly cropped, I had to back up so the 300mm could focus clearly on her. The Reds rule the day here. She wears battle scars proudly to attest to her conflicts.

For the Record,
This day came in bright and beautiful. The yard has been put to bed in preparation for winter. We both feel every task, painfully, but it looks tidy and ready for the storms that soon will come.