Early season
Symphony of snow
Graceful waltzing arcs
Vigorous staccato bumps
Rhythms and melodies
Of edge and wax
Symphony of snow
Graceful waltzing arcs
Vigorous staccato bumps
Rhythms and melodies
Of edge and wax
Tag: photography
Cattails and Colour
Cattails sway
Moved by the breeze
Summer songs
Giving way
To crows and jays
While summer’s creatures
Burrow deep
Or fly away
Moved by the breeze
Summer songs
Giving way
To crows and jays
While summer’s creatures
Burrow deep
Or fly away
Soothed
By gentle light
And subtle colour
Fall’s transition
Life retired
The air goes cold
Wafts of change
Await the spring
To be renewed
Empty Bench
Last of the colour clings
Pool of yellow below
The bench, empty
Pool of yellow below
The bench, empty
Walking past
Eyes turned away
She would never sit there again
Not without him
Diminutive ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #118
I like the cities best
When they seem small
Diminutive
When they seem small
Diminutive
Dwarfed by sky and clouds
Or in the mountain’s shadow
Some small dot upon the plain
Not so much larger
Than its inhabitants
Nor any one who on the streets
Looks up at towers looming
Considering what hands have built
In any way diminishes
The smallest human being
Cloud Dance
The world moves
In ways…
I had no idea
Standing by the camera
As it click-click-clicked
The cars, I watched
The boat across the sound
I saw it too
But the clouds
I couldn’t see, in real time
Their two-way dance
Inverted
Inversion
When the peak is warm
And the valley cool
The cloud stays low
And the sun up high
When the peak is warm
And the valley cool
The cloud stays low
And the sun up high
Inverted
Yes, like me
Upside-down and
Unsettled
Shake me up
And let the layers
Resolve
Until
Settled
At rest
High Grounding
I climb up
Out of the fog
I see forever
But there is nothing to see
Only the fog
And the road which brought me here
Out of the fog
I see forever
But there is nothing to see
Only the fog
And the road which brought me here
Still, there is the blue sky
And the sun
I bask in its warmth
Smell the grass
Breathe the fragrant air
I remind myself
Fog is ephemeral
And there is always this high ground
Above the fog
Even if I can only reach it
By closing my eyes
And remembering this moment
In Wait
From the valley floor
I see
Some few imposing
Icy peaks
I see
Some few imposing
Icy peaks
But clamber up
One mountainside
And from atop
Discover
Endless array
Of pinnacles
Each mighty in itself
Waiting to be conquered
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