The sun, flourishing her ruffled skirts
In her colorful nightly flamenco dance,
Retreats once more behind the trees,
Leaving us with only remnants,
Frayed edges of the petticoats
She once lifted so enticingly before us.
If only we were not quite so far north,
Or had chosen a home that faced
A bit more west, we’d not be forced
Into this annual separation.
2 comments:
i just discovered your photos and writings a short while ago and i have to say they are some of the most beautiful, meaningful and inspiring i've ever seen. i am taking a course in contemplative photography now and realizing it's basically what i've always done.
thanks for sharing your visions.
Thank you so much for those kind words!
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