VISIBLE THINGS

Photo/collage by S. Auberle

One evening I walked outside---head full
of invisible concerns---and instantly they were
wiped away. In the east was the lower half
of a vivid rainbow; overhead, a quarter moon.
Westward, the sun was beginning its descent.
The sky was a miracle of colors, mountain
still wreathed in mist. Fragrance of damp
pines permeated the air. A single raven called
out, on his way to a night roost; and raindrops
glistened on hollyhocks and roses.

"...do not divert your love from visible things.
But go on loving what is good, simple and
ordinary: animals and things and flowers,
and keep the balance true."

- Rilke