A Mid-Day Poem On Friday

windows 




it's the 
overlay of time 
when senses recall
burning leaves,
hickory smoke,
latent blossoms, 


the past in 
each fragrance,
bitter or fresh;


within every layer 
of air cool or 
warm;


beyond each echo
of your voice 
creating a 
season tethered 
in sweetness.


Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo taken by R. Baker at George Eastman House, Rochester, NY June 2011.