The slowness of spring shadows
i have stopped by woods on a snowy evening.
it’s a sublime slanting sun, and,
camera in hand,
i come upon the hoped-for scene.
the reaching trees, silhouettes of bareness.
the furnace of the sun,
a smudge of burnt orange behind the ridge,
imparts the hue, the twilight blue
to the mile long shadows
these striations in the crunchy glitter.
i click and click with frantic abandon,
not wanting to lose this singular zenith of beauty.
how many shots? a hundred? a thousand?
i will take them home
enhance them, adobe them, candy coat them
until they look, they look…
like those coffee table books that no one reads.
so, i turn to go, my anticipation tempered now.
i look back once more, in regret.
the deep blue shadows slowly lengthen
as the sun pours dark red lava down the hillside.
i stop. upon a stump i sit.
there is longevity here.
longevity of blessed bliss.
and, now i know why those beautiful heavy books
have sticky pages and dusty covers
pristine of fingerprints.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
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You’ve so poignantly expressed that never achievable gap between the beauty we behold in nature with our senses and the one we seek to share with others on two-dimensional surfaces.
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Thank you, that was the feeling I had.
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I really like this. It puts the reader right in the moment and it’s catching!
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Thanks so much!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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The words so beautiful. The image so breathtaking. ❤️
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Thank you so much Isabelle!
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Beautiful piece and beautiful image, as well.
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Thanks so much!
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It is true..the scene can change in the blink of the eye.
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Lovely… This is a masterpiece 😊
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Thank you so much for your kind remark!
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Please keep writing 😊😊
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I very much enjoyed reading your poem, the first line of which reminds me of Robert Frost’s “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening”. Best, Kevin
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Thank you, Kevin.
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Thank you very much!
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You are very welcome. I loved it!
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Thank you so much!
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