The slowness of spring shadows

~ Lee Dunn

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.

Published by Lee Dunn

Sixty something working stiff (retired). Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher. Have been published in the Shelburne Free Press.

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