Friday, December 27, 2013

Crestone DeerPeople

Light separates us from the ordinary world,
guiding us into the spirit way,
pulling figures away from the ground.

It’s a blue jay morning in the pinion trees,
the dry sun shimmering with feathers,

then it's afternoon, with the white cold sun
tearing through the mountain colors.

Evening comes, and it’s feeding time,
deer muzzled in frost and silhouetted.

Then night again, with its half-lit rooms
and profile faces shining in the firelight.

It’s midnight now, and the sky is splintering with stars,
each one watching while its being sleeps.



6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow, amazing photo!

Anonymous said...

"God is like the sun; you cannot look at it, but without it you cannot look at anything else.” – G.K. Chesterton

Anon.2 said...

Beautiful photo, & beautiful fitting poem.

LInda Jo said...

Thank you--i was lucky to capture it. We were on our way back from an Ashram outside of Crestone, and there were about 9 deer off both sides of the road.

LInda Jo said...

Thank you so much.

LInda Jo said...

Hi Thank you. I feel lucky to be able to capture such a shot!