Thursday, October 30, 2003

I,
not wanting to waste
a refreshing fall day

...late afternoon,
chased by shadows,
I set out to walk the trail
that begins or ends,
depending where you start,
at Bull Frog Valley Pond.

Of course,
as I thought might happen,
the stream cried out to me.
And I being prepared
responded.

What I captured was
poetry in motion,
salve for the soul
like no other,
as was the crisp fall air
balm for the body.

Those that passed by
paused to consider
this man crouched
by stream bank at dusk
capturing flowing reflections.

It's magic my friends,
only at the bewitching hour
of Halloween eve.

jim