Tagged by a developer's ax,
moving like a celeritous tune,
black cedars slide from hillsides
beneath a graphite tinted sky.
Nothing slows the stride of time
and none can stop the wind.
digitally manipulated forest photo - sue
Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Echoes from Tomorrow
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2 comments:
Did you dedicate this to Spenser? :-)
Golly. No. I'm not that kind of girl. :)
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