Along the path
a spot where water collects
is now a puddle of autumn’s amber leaves.
A few months ago,
as cliff swallows collected material for their nests,
it was place for spring rain, mud, and new life.
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Yesterday, as we walked, it was quiet,
nothing competing with the small voice of a chickadee in a nearby tree,
while along the path,
the leaves, in gentle release, drifted down like soft snow
and the sun struggled to warm us,
as it danced between the clouds.
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Today, into the wind, I lowered my head and grabbed the brim of my hat,
as leaves in wild flight,
having lost the battle,
were torn from almost bare branches.
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Tomorrow,
the journey continues
and with it
the wonder of change.
rsp
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The Wakeeva NP opening photo is Claude Monet’s Impressionism through the eyes of a photographer; extraordinary! The other lake shot reveals that water can see the integrated unity of all nature; even roots, rocks, and leaves as one. I’m beginning to learn that the artist has a sixth sense that starts from. they eye but moves beyond the five senses. Please keep teaching us.
Berry, thanks so much for your kind words. I take plenty of snap shots, and even some good shots, but every once and awhile I an opportunity to take a picture that speaks to my soul.
Thank you for using your words to take me with you to that quiet and wild place. It was exactly where I ached to be.
You are welcome, glad you enjoyed the post!