I confess, I had to look up the word 'orison'. It means prayer. You're welcome. When I was younger I always refused to look up words -- out of stubbornness I suppose. These days, I have no hesitance. I look 'em up straight away.
As I age in the world it will rise and spread,
and be for this place horizon
and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased with the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them.”
― Wendell Berry
Tasting notes: Canon R5 digital camera, 24-105 L lens.
