Tuesday, March 12, 2013

what the camera saw

 in the evening's golden surprise
 between showers, cloudscapes, snowmelt gurgling
the light was long and 
 there was a reminder that this walk 
is now mine alone.
there was a trickster surprise on the roadside, too
left by a border collie with a sense of humor,
not a print, something more present
than absent.
but,
then the geese surprised me
quieter than in fall, but in huge flocks.
later
i went out to listen, flushed a white tail,
but didn't hear
woodcock, peepers.
yet.

15 comments:

Ms. said...

breathless, speechless, flooded with the light the golden rosy light, and the flocks returning...Oh. Ah.

neki desu said...

golden sunlight is so enchanting.

Velma Bolyard said...

ms and neki, that light was solid like gold and lasted just minutes before it morphed. it was long angled golden amazement, here, then poof! late winter, again.

Gardener in the Distance said...

Velma, such poetry you see and feel when the awareness of the absence of a presence you've known so long must make you feel like someone else, or yourself in another landscape.
Beautifully done, as always.

Marilla said...

I love the golden light. It must seem so strange to be walking without the trickster Wendy, and good to be reminded of her and her constancy.

Valerianna said...

Great light photo - and shadows - love the balls of color around the sun, too!

jude said...

oh this warms me

Velma Bolyard said...

faisal, yes, indeed
marilla, she was a trickster (that last sign on the roadside) but mostly she took care of me.
valerie, that light lastes just minutes!
jude, it was a lovely, lonely walk

Hannah said...

wendy is forever in that walk. missing her terribly.

Velma Bolyard said...

oh, darling.

onesmallstitch said...

that golden glow holds the warmth of friendship and love.

Velma Bolyard said...

jean, you seem to hold some of that glow yourself. thank you.

jan b. said...

that liquid sun photo mesmerized me; while the words of the post drew a tear and left me with no proper words.

Nancy said...

Oh my...that long golden light. wow
Made me think of Robert Frost's words:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Velma Bolyard said...

jan, no proper words are ok.
nancy, it's a good poem. the light was good, too

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