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ok
leaves cascade . wooden branch
to weathered bench

beauty lies within each season
change
gently avoided
then in a soft hush
anticipated

streaks
of yellows and gold
viewed among abstract shadowy patterns
call me to light

comfort
nestled in deep brown
etched lines of life and leaf
displaying the marvel
that is change
look


as the leaves fall . as december begins . i am quietly called to light at imperfect prose

26 comments:

maccandace said...

Those are marvel-ous shots and beautiful words...and true.

Marcie said...

So beautiful and poetic!

S. Etole said...

beautifully caught, ELK ...in both word and image

emily wierenga said...

this calls me to light, friend. i've missed you. i'm glad you're back. xo

beth said...

such amazing poetry....and change is good. even though i often fight it.

ELK said...

hello friends .. thanking you for your encouraging words as i lay my poetry on the bench

writingcanvas said...

Beautifully written & shown in photography . . . just lovely.

First time visiting you!

Kati patrianoceu said...

There is something strangely beautiful about old decaying wood, which you have managed to capture here somehow...

Misha Leigh. said...

beautiful, beautiful.

elizabeth said...

did you notice the heart next to the leaf on the bench?

love the idea of thinking of comfort as a dark brown.

Jewels said...

I love the things you see!

Mama Abby said...

i loved this...it is true...the seasons the change...the beauty that is age:) be blessed

Lisa said...

Thank you for your thoughtful poetry that is so calming after a busy day. Thank you also for your kind words on my blogpost. Appreciated, yes.

becky at abbeystyle said...

you bring decay into such beautiful light...I always have a difficult time with autumn...all that dying.

emily wierenga said...

i'm so glad you linked :)i think this is one of my favorites of yours.

Carrie Burtt said...

Change is a hard yet beautiful thing....love this! :-)

Courtney Walsh said...

"wooden branch to weathered bench"... love that. beautiful words. beautiful blog!

amandatdodson said...

Beautiful pictures & beautiful words!

joanny said...

I can use a lot of descriptive here, beautiful - poignant -- creative,
however, it would not be enough - there is a spiritual quietness a gentleness - being expressed through visual art and how we allow the moment to find us through poetry.

Joanny

thanks for visiting my blog...

Connie Mace said...

"then in a soft hush
anticipated"..."quietly called to light"...my breath stops with these thoughts...tiptoe through the hush...beautiful

Graceful said...

Your gentle words and beautiful photographs bring me peace.

SuzyQ said...

I love the quiet, lightness of this poem.
Like a root it draws it's moisture from beneath the surface.
Beautiful.

Sandra Heska King said...

Beautiful words and photo. I love the small leaf resting next to the large.

spread your wings said...

beautiful poetry. such peace here in words and imagery.

lastmaple said...

mmm. . . a wonderful capturing of december.

Oliag said...

To tell you the truth...I think that each of your posts are poems...I love the words you use.