Of a winter’s day
The scraggle of barren branches
Reminds me
Of hardscrabble lives
For creatures without fire, food and shelter
And the human beings who cannot afford them
Of hardscrabble lives
For creatures without fire, food and shelter
And the human beings who cannot afford them
A lattice
Of light
Into which
My darkness
Falls
Heavier than water
Lighter than sand
Carried by forces
Greater than they
I wonder at it
Why it won’t just
Wash away
Instead, oh instead
It just piles up
Detritus
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
But when I look more closely
Therein lies the beauty
I see the endless changes
And nothing less
In every little town
On every major street
No matter where I went
All eyes fell on me
Though life seems so
Ephemeral
While stone seems so
Well, eternal
Howe Sound Blues ~ A video collage of poetry and photographs featuring the Sea to Sky Highway.