A fading glare lights this lost memory of an afternoon. Lost by everyone in this photograph, drawn through age, turned by the worm. Take the measure of America in the thin lines, the outline of a place, a definition significant for what is omitted. Crisp bunting, new furrows, fresh paint mark the season. Eyes revealed by windblown brims squint into the sun. A gauzy focus softens the rolling gray clouds.
Country Day Photograph
24 Sunday Mar 2013
Bravo, Ronald! Your poetry is graceful, succinct and timeless just as the natural world you describe. Thank you for writing this inspirational and contemplative piece 🙂
Ronald E. Shields said:
Wow! Thank you Tyler. And thanks for reading my poetry.