Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Rule of Thirds

Early morning rises smoky
pink on gray granite
then fades to spotless blue over
brown and yellow shreds of late autumn

I focus my time lapse stare
on bare ranges, every peak
an undressed mannequin
waiting winter’s white dress

A honking flock sweeps past
the lone foreground spruce
in slow motion cinematic triumph
eludes capture

1 comment:

Darlene said...

I am sitting at my table with the view out my window of woods, slowly slipping from vibrant greens into the golds and reds of early autumn as I read your atmospheric poem.