Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Echoes from Tomorrow

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


Mari Meehan said...

Did you dedicate this to Spenser? :-)

Tumblewords: said...

Golly. No. I'm not that kind of girl. :)