they swing separately, on their own hinges, transcribing slow arches on their
own halves of the meadow, and they never truly touch, for that is the nature of their commitment.
they face each other only at the end of time passed, equidistant and bound: by their mutual story, by this singular space, and by that endless, endless receding view.
Glad I came back -- I didn't get this the first time, but now I saw the words "gate and gossamer" before the pic loaded. Very subtle, but excellent!
ReplyDeleteThank you for getting on after two years & one photo. This is a nice one too! I like the observation and your writing about it.
ReplyDeleteYou never cease to amaze me, Lynn. Such a splendid photo of such an everyday object. And the words, had to read them thrice to grasp the message. Great stuff, keep it up, it'll make me feel at home when away.
ReplyDeleteVery nice... both the photo and thw words!
ReplyDeleteGreat colors and detail. Love the up close composition.
ReplyDeleteThis photo is beautiful, Lynn. I love the different green and red tones. Very good composition, you have a great sense for details.
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ReplyDeleteA pleasure to come bak again. You are a poet with the pictures and with the words.
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