peak color
take your place beside
forest fodder. glory is a
wind-song journey captured.
entities have season, purpose;
resilience if not recourse.
we count days. we count.
someone captures our image
for posterity. we remember
as we forget. don't be sad:
color is progeny. you prevail.
Poem ©2014 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo shared by Tess Kincaid.
Really like this, especially "we count days. we count."
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Perspective is everything. Love this Rick! :-)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful "wind-song journey."
ReplyDeleteMy mother wore Wind Song perfume...hadn't thought of it for years...always good to see you at Magpie, Rick...
ReplyDeleteReally cool header pic, by the way...
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