You know how sometimes you see an image and then have an urge to play with words; to write them out and feel the sound, the pace, the pause? The rhythm and rhyme?
Today was that day for me. I saw this photo that was taken last summer and the memories of Colorado surfaced.
Below are my efforts to recapture the moment with wordplay.
‘lost in the superimposed budding leaves
on the Colorado trees,
mirrored without purpose
on the windowed and reflective surface;
tress stock still
a breeze eases the heat of the sun,
shadowed by the peaks of the Rocky Mountains;
wait, wonder, imagine
with adventurous abandon.’
Until next time,