Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Oh a hot July day in 2015, I paused on the footbridge to snap this picture of the filtered sunlight on the wild vegetation in Fiddle Creek. As I looked today through pictures of our daily walks, this one seemed to have something new: a slight mist gathering from the coolness as the sunshine shifted over the area. Do you see it?
And so, a poem…
Poetry
Mist Magic
Is there fairy mist
Sheri Edwards
weaving through the saplings
of the undergrowth
above the Virginia Creeper vines
that linger over
the leftover trunk
of an aged tree, chopped down —
see the mist in the sunshine
revealing the chaos
of the long neglected
and now magical
land of the wee people
seeking to bring back
the natural wonders
of earth pristine?
06.21.23 173.365.23
Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]
In Fiddle Creek, the sunshine filters through the canopy with what seems a mist weaving through the wildness of neglected land.
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