Sunday, June 24, 2012

On a Rainy Day

The sun is up but it's still not light
The rain is steady and so I write
Overcast all yesterday
It steered my path, my morning way

And so I wandered toward Six Mile
And walked along its wooden aisle
I walked above the forest floor
Seeking vision's hidden door

Inside the emerald dimness glows
Slowly I go, contentment grows
Cypress, maple, reedy pools
Vines and tangles, green chaos rules

As I move through private glens
The fronds and ferns entice my lens
The swamp is deep in dark and light
Green and brown is black and white

© 2012 Buck Ward        The Photographist

1 comment:

  1. A cool treat.
    Debbie's way
    to beat the heat?