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 www.buxpix.net
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