you are the needle within the crown you are the sharp hair in a coating hoar frost you are a beak’s beaten sawdust on the floor you are the pine’s pollen cast on a spring wind you are the robin egg held safe in a nest you are a shadow cool on sweat dripping day…
Forest Nocturne
an autumn twilight | rains: forest stars drip leafs upon: broken | hearted pillars of wood: a shipwreck | spears present: in a past — a future parted out of reach | I mourn | the walk a passage of time | locked away: in a closet sand in my shoe | pebbles | rock…
Wood-Cuts
History circles us Wrapped in a forest of bark Our lives are but wood-cuts.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Abstract.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Symmetry’s Scimitar
While I truly love the symmetry of this picture with the crescent moon hanging between the trees as if strung along an invisible clothesline, the image below is actually my favourite in this series because even though slightly off symmetrical, the addition of the path brings mystery to this otherwise pastoral composition. All text and…
Scale: The Theory of Everything
In perspective there is relativity — and in relativity, anything is possible. Time can stop and time can fly; space can explode into infinity and space can contract to nothingness. And in that perspective, there is scale, where giant canopies can grow from mushrooms and a forest can become a bed of ferns. All text…