Friday, September 2, 2011

A Mid-Day Poem On Friday


it's the 
overlay of time 
when senses recall
burning leaves,
hickory smoke,
latent blossoms, 

the past in 
each fragrance,
bitter or fresh;

within every layer 
of air cool or 

beyond each echo
of your voice 
creating a 
season tethered 
in sweetness.

Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo taken by R. Baker at George Eastman House, Rochester, NY June 2011. 

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