The Light I see

Monday Morning Musings:

I dream poems
of misty November mornings
and blue rivers tinged with shimmery pink,

Dreamy. Foggy November morning. Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield. ©️Merril D. Smith 2020

of wine-dark skies, I drink
from half-full glasses filled with hope
and watch opalescent glow breaking bright–

last night, I dreamt of glass-ceilings shattered–
not store-front windows–
of people raised, not battered

in coordinated terror, fleeing sharp shards
of cutting hate, and the coming conflagration to annihilate–
but I dream not of bonfire flash and ashes,

of books and people burned, but autumn peace,
watching the sun sink behind russet leaves,
knowing the flaming eaves are an illusion,

William Heritage Winery

without any confusion, simply beauty,
the way it should be.
And so, my poetry dreams

lucid, drifting through timeless place,
with pellucid water rippling through space and time-
expanding circles

Ripples, a stone tossed into the river on a misty morning. Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield. ©️Merril D. Smith 2020

that never end, from sand to horizon,
rising whispers to stars and sea, see me–
the light burns through fog to capture shadows and gild the trees.

My shadow caught in a tree.

So, I guess this is really meta, since I really did dream poems last night of misty November mornings and blue rivers.
Today is the anniversary of Kristallnacht (Night of crystal), November 9-10, 1938, also called the Night of Broken Glass when Nazis and supporters carried out pogroms on the Jewish population and businesses in Germany and annexed areas. You can read more here.

Probably everyone reading this knows that Joe Biden is now the official president-elect of the US, and Kamala Harris is the first woman, first Black woman, and first Asian woman in the US to become vice-president elect of the US. We listened to them speak on Saturday night, and I was particularly moved by Harris’s speech.

Merril’s Movie Club: Prior to the listening to the speeches, we watched the movie, Sometimes Always Never, a sweet, quirky little movie starring Bill Nighy as a father searching for his lost son who vanished during a Scrabble game years before. There is a lot about Scrabble and words in the film. We both enjoyed it, but definitely not for the action, blockbuster crowd. It’s on Amazon.

We have had unseasonably warm days, and we managed to get reservations for outdoor wineries twice this week, William Heritage Winery, and the Auburn Road Winery Wine Garden at Hill Creek Farms. I’m afraid we may go into lockdowns soon, and even if we don’t, I won’t be sitting indoors, so I thought we’d enjoy it while we can.

36 thoughts on “The Light I see

  1. Ahh Merril… So much joy in today’s Musings! And those pictures are divine.
    I went to a friend’s house yesterday for drinks and a supper on her back balcony. It was so beautiful to be able to do that in November!
    We must take advantage of all the opportunities as they arise, yes?
    Oh, I’ll have to see if I have that movie (Amazon is as bad as Netflix with the Canada/US restrictions…)

    • Thank you very much, Dale. It’s amazing what how much brighter the world seems since Saturday.
      I’m glad you were able to enjoy the lovely weather, too.
      Maybe since it’s an English movie, you’ll be able to find it.

  2. “To dream in poems.” What a wonderful thought! Beautiful words, beautiful images. I love the one of the tree that is enveloping your shadow-spirit.

    Isn’t it marvelous to listen to politicians who speak in whole sentences and who inspire rather than whine? 😀

  3. Wonderful photos of the two of you! I always think of Ann Frank and the words in her diary: “I still believe that in spite of everything that most people are truly good at heart.” What a beautiful soul…to look continuously for the good, amidst so much brokenness. On a ‘misty November morning’, her words shimmer in a pink ribbon of hope. We too, must continuously look for the good in others. When we try to see as she saw, ‘the light does begin to burn through the fog…’ Always, the world is more beautiful through the eyes of love.

  4. Sadly, that is something we will never know. I do know that whenever my heart has been broken by someone who has hurt me deeply, I remember those words of hers that I read when I was a very young girl myself. It has brought me comfort, and so, I thank God for her life. Her life was cut short by shards of brutal, broken glass, but her words live on…healing words that bring life and hope. It is to that spirit that we raise our glasses… the spirit of love that lives on.

  5. Your words and pictures are dreamlike and poetic Merril. A sumptuous feast thank you. And a huge sigh of relief from this side too at the election outcome. I just hope that the fall out while he’s still in charge can be limited.

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