A description:
Unseen in the branches of a young redwood tree.
Perhaps alone.
Perhaps lonely.
Perhaps a mourning dove.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
But hoping to be ...
unseen.
Seen,
By the lone lantern,
nearby,
as the sun sets,
and prepares for the hollow moon.
Saying nothing in particular 
That’s one heck of a lantern. It looks very heavy and made out of concrete.
It’s about fifty pounds – hollow inside and yes, concrete!
I’d not be lifting it, then.
I’m sure I can anymore either! You can take the top off and then it is a bit easier to move.
This has such a cool, mystical vibe, JT! Cher xoxoxo
We built what we called “the Teahouse” in a very quiet part of our yard. It’s the perfect spot for meditation.
I love the photos and your poem it is beautiful and wistful 💜💜💜
I was feeling very alone yesterday. I’ve lost so many confidantes over the past couple of years. I have other “friends” but they don’t really know me – or care to. Somehow I think you know the feeling.
I think I do too Jan . When we lose confidents as you say it is hard to replace them. Trust doesn’t always come easy. We sometimes find peace in unusual places. I think wordpress helps us meet people who can help us hold it together 💜💜 take care 💜
I was thinking similar thoughts this morning, JT. When we moved, we left behind a couple with whom we were very close. While we have some friends here, they aren’t as close. I miss that!
My closest friends have always been people I can get into a tiff with and we can work it out. And laugh about it later. These days I feel on eggshells with many friends. It’s a lonely feeling.
That’s not good.
Sadly it’s a sign of the times 💜
So lovely – both the poem and the photos! I could imagine that lantern lighting up the lonely path of a traveler making their way through a dark forest at midnight.
Thanks Damyanti! The sun was setting which always adds interest to concrete forms!
Wordless, yes … but screamless, no way. My neighborhood is filled with doves and screams. Mostly the sound of children playing like they are killing each other. So it goes. The internet is really like the ocean and one’s study becomes the shore. Duke
Definitely a mourning dove.
Lovely poem as well…
Cool shots, Jan, and I adore your poem.
Thank you!
Real good poem. The natural world is complicated and mysterious.
Thanks – it was such a peaceful moment.
What a lovely, thoughtful poem. Sometimes we can be near each other and notice each other, but still be absorbed in our own interior worlds.
Thank you Barbara. That’s so true.
I be live how you versified these objects and brought them to life.
That area of the yard is very peaceful!
That is to say “I loved this”.
I love the lantern!
That was actually a going away present from a group of folks I worked with! It is indeed, very special.
This is really lovely, Jan
Thanks Robbie!