Gray January Morning
For Margaret Scott
Gray day,
so sad and asking,
akin to winter thoughts,
but also a kind of cat-soft joy--
Let your intermittent rain
slowly stroke--perhaps to bend
into touch--even two
of those long-legged
seeking grasses,
seeking grasses,
the ones always standing alone,
or still others grouped quietly
in small whispering communities,
until just now,
when I held them for a moment
in my camera-eye,
and they seemed to see me,
nodding in unison,
perhaps in agreement,
when, blown to left
by some sudden
to possibility,
went back to their own,
went back to their own,
gently let me go.
Kay Weeks on 1.12.12
5 comments:
Hi Kay
Wow...love your new photos on the blog and poems....you have such a unique way with words, such an inspiration.....I would love to think like that, so spontaneously....great!
Best Wishes
Wendy
love this one, kay!
the words elicit a soft visceral response. Even your "layout" of the white space speaks.
and that pic of you mirrored in the background...you're elusive. it leaves one wishing you would move closer to the lens! :)
Sharon Crain
Catonsville, MD
Lovely...
Anne Grimmer
Washington, DC
For a while I had no way to open this...... finally succeeded....Your poetic feelings and photos melt softly.
Trudy Sundberg
Whidbey Island, WA
Another layered piece, Kay, in which we see not only the stalks but also the gaps through which the wind blows. Wonderful photos, too.
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