A Finding
A FINDING
A sudden moon
Splashes gold
On evening clouds
And brightly dusts obscurity
Revealing within
Things people and places
Too profoundly hidden
To be forgotten
Call it findings
Those sticky stuffs of soul
Have lay alive and twitching
Through wandering years
Vividly clear happenings
Of childhood
Or (now musing) perhaps
Even another life
Such nocturnal painting
Challenges all meaning
And replaces
Current existence
Like
The crisp night
Lights up! –
A boy and his dog
On the green
Walking toward their home
In the village
On a most magnificent
Autumn day
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2016
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