Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Night wanderings

At dusk, in the garden, I drift among the roots and dry leaves; collecting moments...

Winter, dry soil, lonely garden, naked bushes and bare branches. Then, suddenly, night.
Shadows dancing under a silvery full moon.

Darkness veils the night, across the garden, a house the color of sweet mustard;
drowsy windows illuminated by warm light,
golden beams of light gently flickering
as if inviting the moon to come down and join the spell...

All these things compose a picture of the world before me... when looked at by daylight, the garden becomes a world less enchanting... but tonight, every nook and corner by the cold white light of a full moon is beaming with mystery and enchantment...

I look around me; my eyes searching the unknown... there is a strange weird beauty, a beauty which reminds me of a place I’d never seem, but vividly lives in the recollection of dreams and hunted places inside my imagination...

I see the frozen roses moving. They seem to have eyes and teeny tiny mouths. Sometimes their mouths open showing rows of bright buttercup teeth. Could they be singing lullabies to the moon, or are they just trying to warn me that something is out there, lurking in the moonlight... something in that dark corner, silently watching me?

It is the voice of the silence... The boundless, endless silence it might be, for that’s all I can hear; like that silent darkness which surrounds poor lost souls... I stand amidst the garden catching the wind in my hair, blowing darkness away... a witch enchanted by the moon.
I’m shivering; naked skin in the chilled breeze... and thereby comes the comfort of home as place, and comfort of home as inner residence and peace.

I think I should go inside now.


  1. ~I admire that you see beauty in everything...Thank you for taking us with you~ xx

  2. Oohh Cielo...
    Now you know me. I love this one. From dawn. The roses are like beacons in the daylight shining what is left of their energy for all to see. They are strong and mighty soldiers that do not know the length of time they have left to march, just that they perform each and every day of their lives. How very beautiful they are.

    I love the unknown of the night. Sounds, shadows, movements...all part of our lives in one way or another, just waiting to pounce like a bob cat wild.

    So beautiful sweetie. Thank you for sharing. I always feel so alive here. Country hugs..Sherry

  3. Very beautiful. Great photos, thanks for sharing.

  4. I was outside looking at the full moon the other night too. :)
    Like you, I had to come in out of the cold eventually.

    Lovely pictures. Beautiful Cielo, as always ....


  5. Beautiful Cielo......a most enchanting post. You are always an inspiration......

  6. I just LOVE the pictures that you share with us..You NEED to get a book out girl and share these photo's...


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