Caught in this fragment of eternity
Mother calls us home from play
in evening light, wrapped in silence
of yesterdays, dark woods stilled
land rising up, as night falls
in a sense of dreaming, all trapped
within mindís mirror, as though
deep in waters of Windermere
ancestors seeming to oversee
busy this momentary scene to be.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
September 3, 2014