A wind from whence
Stirreth the wayside dust
And passeth hence
And the dust sinketh
Unto dust.Sunshine and shower
Sweet falling rain
A flower
Plucked ere its time
– Or seeding –
Fadeth all the same.Flash of light on a stream
Vision across a dream
Darkness
Over the passing gleam.Nov 2nd, 1912
John H Mason RDI
Poems
Happenstance leads me today to John Mason’s little collection Poems, self-published in 1938. A couple of hours ago I stood before Ray Ogden’s Fisher King – an extraordinary painting that stirreth the wayside dust, in the always startlingly bright colours fleetingly seen in a Kingfisher’s flight.
There’s an echo of colour. Dazzling of the eyes. Coloured dust afloat in the airstream like that from the wings of a moth, or a butterfly, but brighter. Flash of light on a stream. I intend to revisit the painting at Rheged upon the morrow. With this poem in hand.
wind in my wheels 🌱 
There are so many words I love – some that flow or carry a music with them “happenstance”…”on the morrow”…”stirreth the wayside dust”…thank you..xx
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Thanks Mimi. I loved Mason’s “stirreth the wayside dust” too xx
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