Walk In Early Morn

wooded walk in early morn 


define me as an outline of leaf, 
chlorophyll on sunlight, glowing 

jagged-edged, softened by breeze. 
dust and insects, ragweed and pine 

float the air, pierce the sky, darken 
on movement in and out of day shine. 

there is this fragrance we call life, 
a momentary wedded bliss between 

breath and exhale, truth and lies, 
the instant I took your hand in mine. 



Photo/Poem © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Summer's Last Day 2016

the wake 

consumed, set free, summer season 

commits to posterity or something. 

cage this eagerness for dead leaves. 

futures are bound as anticipation. 

we celebrate dying with colors of fire. 

how to bundle our toes and fingertips 

will prevail against frostbite teeth bleached 

white, crystal - that translucent corpse. 

Photo/Poem © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 

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Looking For The Moment

"Sometimes the most stunning, dramatic, and amazing scenes 

are found in the smallest, quietest, most fleeting moments." 

-Rick Burnett Baker 

Photos/Text © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 

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