Saturday, August 8, 2009

Shadow Shot Sunday...Silver Threads


The old woman
with the long silver hair
leaves the room,
pulling sweet scented music
from the age'd walls
to dance in the fields...
she roams her Eden
wrapped in the last rose of summer...
she hears birdsong,
a symphony recharged with
the first breath of every morn
longing for nothing more than
her beloved walls to shelter
compositions of feelings
of harmony
and age'd mem'ries past
and future hints of a longing
yet unknown...except
the cracked and faded mem'ries
of golden years to come
in the home that she loves...
she moves through the air
holding your hand in
her soul and sings
stay with me
sweet home of my heart...

s.wilson


You guessed it another SSS...our summer is fleeting, before long we'll be shooting snow shots again...has global warming altered our seasons...we'll see as another hour in the life passes by.

Join us won't you in the ever elusive shadow hunt...thanks Tracy!!!

36 comments:

summersundays-jw said...

Great picture but the poetry is amazing. It hits really close to home. Happy Sunday! Jan

Richie's 2ts Inspires said...

Hello Lady!

Another great words and great shot! Ur awesome...

Happy sunny day!

bobbie said...

Great poem, and I really love the photo.
At this moment, I'd like to see summer go. But I will be sad when it does.

Greyscale Territory said...

Love the photo's perspective! Not looking directly into the home, but respectfully admiring its beauty and textures from the wings! The angle symbolises your sensitive, wistful poem! The images and feelings seem to wash through the senses like waves!

Have a great weekend dear friend!
WARM HUGS!

Nice and Easy Antiques said...

Another inspiring post...Thanks!

foto CHIP said...

Amaizing!

Gallery Juana - ギャラリー ワナ said...

"... holding your hand in her soul" is my favorite line in this beautiful poem.

The angle you took of the bird house really gives it character.

whizkid said...

Long, silver haired lady, you write beautifully :) and that's a warm photo to share, before winter sets in.

Tilda said...

...'holding your hand in her soul' about did me in! goosebumbs and eyes brimming with tears. GREAT poetry there, woman.
in fondest. Tilda

cconz said...

Summer doesn't feel like it's going ANYWHERE today. Love the poem. Hope the shop is shaping up.

Jacqui said...

Yours is such a nice place to stop on a Saturday night - beautiful image and poem. All the very best with your new shop - it looks amazing! I'm just glad I am an ocean away, otherwise..... ;)

Hot Fudge said...

How do you produce these little gems week after week? Whatever it is, keep doing it!

The Summer Kitchen Girls said...

Love that mossy old wood on the roof of that birdhouse - becoming one with nature!
Love the poem - it is fleeting isn't it? We were just thinking how only a few months ago our Austrailian friends were telling us how fall was begining for them...and here we are again!
Enjoy the rest of your summer Sharon!

Happily Retired Gal said...

Just lovely in every way ;--)
Hugs and blessings,

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Smudged with green mosses,
crumbling birdhouse no longer
shelters fragile wrens.

My Shadow Shots

Gina said...

love your birdhouse SS Sharon..one of my fave things they are!..and the poem is beautiful..now to go find the tissues..thanks so much for sharing Gx

Sylvia K said...

Marvelous shadow shot and beautiful words -- as always!

Happy SSS!

Sylvia

Artsy Fartsy Junkin Finds said...

You are an awesome junk writer, fabulous pic too!! Tootles and Blessings, Janna

Hey Harriet said...

Gorgeous little weather-worn bird house. I would be happy to live in there. If I was small enough to squeeze through that tiny little door! Your writing is amazing as ever. Thank you so much for sharing it each week. I always look forward to your poetry! Happy Sunday Sharon :)

jabblog said...

Very evocative . . .

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely shadows in your photo!

Ribbon said...

Lovely :)

& yes your scratchy does look like my hound... mine a little larger I think
(also mine is close to 15yrs young)

best wishes
Ribbon

Margaret Gosden said...

Great birdhouse angle - nice shot! And interesting music, very clear sound. Thanks for visiting.

Faith Hope and a whole lotta Love said...

love the bird house :)

frayedattheedge said...

lovely photo of the birdhouse!

Your EG Tour Guide said...

Loved the poetry. I imagine it would appeal to most women of a certain age. ;-)

The aged birdhouse is a treasure too.

Jeanne said...

Lovely picture & poem. When I saw what this week's theme was, I figured you'd go for a self-portrait!

Sally in WA said...

Lovely shot, but I really enjoyed the poetry.

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SouthLakesMom said...

The music and photo and poem are perfectly linked!

Lisa's RetroStyle said...

Lovely shadow shot and lovely imagery in the words!

MonikaRose said...

Hello, you are one lucky gal, my I visit and watch the gliders with you :) ..wow..enjoy as much as you can for me, I just love Gliding, most majestic and beautiful feeling, peace and tranquility up there amongst the clouds..thank you for dropping by...love your birdhouse so natural..have a fab week .. :) MOnikaROse

annette said...

In your words Sharon "Our eyes are a little sharper these days because of our lil' SSS" yes it is grand to be so aware :0) Again you have captured a lovely subtle shadow, nice shot. Happy week to you :0)

Twinkle Star Art said...

Such a gorgeous bird house with the mossy roof. Lovely poetry too :)

Linda said...

Beautiful words and image!

Utah Grammie said...

Sharon,, you need to combine your photos and words into a book or maybe cards that you can sell on Etsy! Sooooo beautiful and talented. I love this last poem so much :-)