lights on the water
perhaps a fisherman
checking conditions
long conversations
with old and new friends
in my mind for days
hay bales in the fields
not realizing before
how it grows . . .
lights on the water
6 thoughts on “lights on the water”
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Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 
That’s a beautiful little poem!
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Dear Jayde-Ashe, Thank you for your kind words! Blessings, Ellen
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Your words brighten my day.
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Thank you, Annie. Your words mean a lot. Blessings, Ellen
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The best word in your poem? That ambiguous “it” in the last line. It’s like a door, opening up to a mysterious world.
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Good morning, Linda. Thank you.
Madeleine L’Engle * taught me that the work knows more than we do. This is an example, as I only saw what you say later on, after I wrote and posted the poem.
* Walking On Water: Reflections On Faith And Art, by Madeleine L’Engle. I read this years ago, and the Crosswicks copyright is 1980. Within the last few years, I also bought the paperback version, published by North Point Press, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York.
Thanks again, as always, Ellen
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