Entr' Acte

 

I am that I am.

    Exodus 3:14

 

 

 

 

Nearing the equinox now and a certain angle of the sun,

It rises first not in the pines but a holly bush, the red

Berries burnished and glowing and then the whole thing

Bursts into flames and for twenty minutes it burns without

Being consumed, even a little ground fog for smoky effect. 

He may no longer speak to us some revelation or admonition

With tongues of fire, but He still has a flair for the theatrical.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2013-09-03 at 15:28

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The days grow shorter and the symphony of cicadas intensifies. The entr'acte between two seasons can be quite dramatic. The four seasons, like four acts of a play, each have their own revelations.
2013-09-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely put, Fog.
2013-09-04



The cold front brought ground fog this morning here, as well. It revealed a coyote hunting in the newly mown meadow.

There is some debate whether He is a She. If I were to continue your theatrical theme, I might say She is a bit of a Drama Queen, but that sounds judgmental. Either way, point taken by your poem.
2013-09-03


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This makes me smile. I also notice the seasonal track of the sun. I have a friend who lives in Ikaluit in Northern Canada.
She just visited us here in Canada's most southern region. At her home now the sun still never sets. But, in winter it never rises!
2013-09-03