Thursday, July 10, 2008
A soft glow through your window.
A bird singing brightly.
A hope for the new day.
Darkness though an open window
The droning of rain.
A void where once there was joy.
Each part of life,
powerful, in constant flux,
one to the other, and back again,
a piroette of emotion, of life,
not so much a war, once against the other,
but a dance, where each is held close,
and released, to dance again
The photograph was taken outside my apartment in Daleville, Va., in the morning fog. You may click on it for a larger version.
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