Winter made another run through the yard last night, and today finds me yearning for the sun-filled, dragonfly days of summer. This photo, from last July, was one of the first I took with my iPhone camera. I was experimenting with the Photoshop Express application…
Feeling Loss
It might feel cold
Like the open ocean
Where cold rays
Cast their semen and eggs
Into vast seas
And do no pause to dwell
On species
Or the fate of genes
Or any other clutch
Of dry, reptilian lust
Chemical attractants
And the scrape of scale
Need coiled around instinct
Cold fusion
Where there is no heat
Or it might feel empty
Absence of weight and form
A floating motion
Without memory of soaring
Brief puff of spore
All conceivable futures
Condensed
Into a mote of dust
Arms closing around air
In blank embrace
Filled with empty memory
A boundless sigh
As the ghost of passion
Slips away
Upon the changing tide
Photos taken at the Virginia Aquarium & Marine Science Center
Transitions
Could it be considered
A kind of death
This melting of ice
This shape in a mold
Quickened by heat
Into liquid escape
Subject to weight
The fast run downhill
The settle and seep
And inevitable peril
Of dying again
As vaporous mist
Moist, like a breath
And betrayed
By the coming cold
A stroll through the archives brings back a beautiful afternoon at Norfolk Botanical Garden. Photos taken June 2011.
Rae Spencer 