Monday, July 17, 2017

Hello, it's me!

The Teaching Authors return this week with a new series on the view from our window. As you may remember, I recently moved to Georgia, so my work space is still a work in progress.

But some things never change. Like cats and their windows. And writers and their cats.

Comma’s back. And he says hello.

Meanwhile, here’s a poem to celebrate…

The View from the Window

Like a painting it is set before one,
But less brittle, ageless; these colours
Are renewed daily with variations
Of light and distance that no painter
Achieves or suggests. Then there is movement,
Change, as slowly the cloud bruises
Are healed by sunlight, or snow caps
A black mood; but gold at evening
To cheer the heart. All through history
The great brush has not rested,
Nor the paint dried; yet what eye,
Looking coolly, or, as we now,
through the tears' lenses, ever saw
This work and it was not finished?

-- R.S. (Ronald Stuart) Thomas

Bobbi Miller


Cynthia Cotten said...

Glad to see you--and Comma--back. Lovely poem!

JoAnn Early Macken said...

Yes, I'm enjoying the poem, too--thank you! Hope you're enjoying plenty of healing sunlight & gold at evening to cheer your heart! xox

Linda said...

I enjoyed your poem and seeing Comma. My cat, Daisy, and I spend a little time each day sitting in the rocker and looking out the window. So peaceful.

Bobbi Miller said...

Thank you, Cynthia and JoAnn, for stopping by and for your kind words!

Linda: Daisy sounds like the purrfect companion!

April Halprin Wayland said...

Dear Bobbi,

I hope you can enjoy some of the nesting--and that you can rest some, too.
I am moved by these lines in the poem:

"Then there is movement,
Change, as slowly the cloud bruises
Are healed by sunlight..."

Carla Killough McClafferty said...

Bobbi, I hope your transition is an easy one! Carla