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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