there's a little yellow flower
beside the river
hugging the ground so closely to itself -
a hope fulfilled
in the dance of its subtle body
the slender fingers of a breeze
draw across its flowered lips
my words and eyes
drift across its tenderness
we are lost to each other
in so many different ways
6 comments:
The losing is part of nature. But we have these moments of holding, which are the more precious then.
The photograph holds so much and your words express the poetry within it.
ruth - you so understand and articulate your understanding so simply and fully!! steven
thankyou aguja. steven
thanks ellen!! steven
It looks so delicate and pretty and yet...
it so resembles goldenrod that my nose is itching! :)
Post a Comment