Tuesday, January 20, 2015

January Poised

mid-winter waiting 

forest is the snow now. 
spine, bone and outline 
are silhouette against nature. 

what is living I see as dead,
faithfully waiting against 
changes fathomed, unseen.

my footsteps shatter silence 
on delicate flakes of ice.  I'll 
wake the darkness for sunrise. 

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker

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