Threshold

Catherine and Vincent, standing together on the lake dock at sunrise

Watching the sunlight take him, ignite him ... she could say nothing. There were no words.

 

 

To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New

As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,
Poised on the fir-crested rock, over the pool which below him
Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging.
So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present,
Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.

~ Amy Lowell ~

Vincent, standing on the walkway to the lake and dock in early morning sun.

 

read by Catherine E

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Rosemarie S.         2/12/2012 8:28:41 AM
Short...and very sweet! Thanks, Catherine.

Michelle K.         2/10/2012 5:25:47 PM
Wow! Just ... wow!

uastis(Esther)         2/9/2012 12:11:00 PM
Love your voice Catherine!

Jeff D.         2/8/2012 2:43:27 PM
You have such a bauetiful voice, Catherine. Thank you so much for sharing!

Aliset         2/8/2012 9:03:49 AM
Wow. There truly are no words. Catherine E---you have such a lovely voice. :)

Carole W         2/8/2012 8:01:40 AM
Catherine, you make the shortest poem of the project resonate with such emotion and import. Thank you.

LauraG         2/8/2012 3:43:36 AM
Catherine, what a lovely voice you have! Thank you!