Autumn Clematis

Bridgehampton, NY/November 26, 2011

I stand in awe of the beauty and mystery that surround me.

These autumn clematis, well past the flowering stage, dancing on my terrace.

What I do not see now, while it surrounds me will go unseen. If I don't

record this and share it, it will go unsaid, unwritten, unappreciated. Vanish.

This is everywhere: life. The life of each seed, blossoming into each and

every flower, tree and blade of grass.

Speck

Speck

All is just a speck to me

Gliding on a distant sea

Drifting on a different tide

Way away the other side

Nowhere else I'd rather be

All connected seamlessly

Never want a little more

Reaching for another shore

Evermore a speck to me

Sheer beauty of infinity

Flotsam, jetsam, bit of foam

All is but a place called home

Time and space now I see

I've become a speck to me

Larry Carlson 11.5.11