Saturday, September 1, 2012


On the last day in August, I waited impatiently for the summer heat to subside. There was not much relief till this morning, when I recounted a moment  from yesterday and wrote this:


Me and Nikon and shade
On this hot August day
Watching one dry leaf fall
From the young Red Maple
It seems to be a reminder
Of what’s to come in autumn
And that I should not forget
On this early summer morning
The beauty in this crimson tree

There the bird is ever watchful
For a break in movement
And waits for my stillness
To sneak a bit of water
That has appeared overnight
In the large ceramic pot
At last it descends from the Maple
While I remain motionless
To photograph the drinking bird


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