TREES AT TWILIGHT
The upper halves of autumn trees are bathed this evening in soft light as the sun slants across the leaves in proud defiance of the night. Shadow already hides each trunk in semi-darkness, but for now each branch, each twig, is touched with gold, and amber covers every bough.
Twilight will soon make silhouettes of all the trees that fringe the field, and not until tomorrow’s dawn will their bright splendour be revealed.
It is enough to know but half of all the glory that there is, while half remains in shadow still, hiding God’s deeper mysteries.
an experience common to most poets. You see, hear, or in other ways become aware of something, and know you have