A Summer Day in the Country
(please scroll down for the Buried Treasure post)
A Summer day in the country
When the ordinary ceases to amaze…
the unblemished coreopsis
fanned out in perfection alongside the old black barn;
when I tire of the honeysuckle, lush, fragrant still
beneath the withering July sun;
when I no longer notice
the checkered flight of a startled
butterfly, or a female cardinal
paused in the sanctum of fallen branches
as though hiding, for a moment,
from the duties of her nest, that
to an uninterested eye, might appear casual,
dull even;
when weathered wood
Isn’t poised for the click of my shutter,
just peeling paint, curling away from the knotted grain;
Then I will know that, even on an otherwise
remarkable day
I will have forgotten how to see.
Comments
Hope all is well.
Katelen
I am in awe of your poetry ~ this poem is so so good! And I love that color green in the chippy paint! Beautiful inspiration ~ all of it! ~ Katie
I am going to post on your blog.
These words of poetry for your friend is wonderful. Vision of beauty through the lens of camera must first been seen through the heart of the photographer.
Love,
Katelen
P.S I can not find your email. Could you send me one so I can put a personal note to you.