Saturday, April 30, 2011

April 30



Crimson and loons on the lake,
ancient reflections calm, 

wait.

As if her father called,

she turns from beauty
into fading light,

 sapwood flexes,
a gap widens,

she steps through.
 

2 comments:

Pig Woman said...

Oh, awesome. You are too good at this. Please don't stop.

Craig and Bethany said...

YES!! Isn't beauty this way? A crack, an opening we step through. Brilliant. And awesome photos.