Upon a hidden lake
comes the fury of winter
laid bare in stillness
A coldest of days
forges a crystal palace
rule lasts a moment
This poem and photograph originally appeared in the literary journal Three Drops from a Cauldron.
A worn trail
lays upon our well-trodden path
and the sun
— Seemingly but not truly
the same to us —
will eventually though unhurriedly
collapse them into one
Waiting for day’s end
on the way to nowhere in particular
in a moment beyond the outer reaches of time
subtle bends in the grasslands
whisper all the needs to be said
There should be a poem about this.
Or is the photo the poem?
Rather the tree in the fall
at the time this picture was taken
was the poem.
This is the poem.
On the road, to the clouds.
Excited to be participating in #rollfilmweek – such a wonderful community of film photography enthusiasts coming together to share and celebrate photos over the course of five days. Join the fun by posting #filmphotography to Instagram 8/23-8/27. Make sure to tag your photos #rollfilmweek.