Dear Visitor,
I will be posting several new photographs in the galleries this Saturday. In the mean time, however, I’d like to share another bit of Autumn themed writing that I came across while scrolling through files on my computer. This time it is a poem.
Wet Stone
The thrumming chant of cicadas
nearly drowns out the pouring water
of a small tributary
as it tumbles down
flat veins of black shale
in the jagged limestone outcropping
along the riverbanks
leaves of brown, yellow, and red
flutter in currents of air and water
like the trembling flames of luminary candles
Half way up the bank
on the far side of the river
a faded orange Cheetos bag flaps
in a sudden gust
frightening a near by heron.
The heron’s wings scoop the air
like longboat oars
as it sets upon the shallows
to hunt fishes amongst the trailing weeds
The cicadas drone on
in a modulating cacophony
while white puffy clouds turn
to shades of orange
and the rippling
stained glass surface
of the river
leaded with slender shadows
reflects the light of the sun
as it sets
behind a stand of dogwoods.
Thank you for reading, and remember to take nothing but photographs, and leave nothing but footprints (except for carbon ones).
See you next time,
Nicholas