Friday, November 4, 2011

From Then To Now, Young To Old, Lovers Of Seasons

lovers of seasons 

supple flesh and 
weathered skin 
meld May to 
December, and 

who can fathom 
validity of their 
seasons?  sleeping 

giants of 
prophecy arose 
for the taking 
but lust is a 
ransom paid for 
silence.  indulge, 

humor, and 
grant me my 
folly, for soon
these words 
will be your
own:  take 

my hand, 
steady me 
before the sun
while still I see 
my shadow.

Photo taken by R. Baker, Lake Buchanan, Texas

Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo©2011 R. Burnett Baker

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