Monday, February 27, 2012


The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
~ Ovid


Anonymous said...

to swim through
translucent leaves -

whether or not fair
weather -

as a slim leaf glides free
within a curling

caress of another -
Ovid, in exile far

from Rome, notes
sun curling his parchment

marked with an opening line
about exile, holds heated

page before his gaze, then accepts
his true subject: self-


Katie said...

Beautiful colors! At first glance the leaf almost looks like a brilliant shell.

altadenahiker said...

Lovely. Can't wait to see your spring unfold.

Ms M said...

Anon, such a wonderful poem -- as always xxoo

Thank you, Katie, and welcome home! The leaf was so unusual the way it caught the light; I was at the right place at the right time with a camera.

Thank you, too, altadenahiker. It will be fun to see what images spring will present.