Tags
Black and White, Fall, Floral, Florida, Hope, Introspection, Nature, Photography, Poetry
A humble path,
furry with
emerald moss
and splashed
in blue shadow.
A shiny-backed beetle
suns himself
on a cold
molar-sized stone,
then shuffles off
into a copper sea
of leaves.
So many
roving feet
traverse here.
A horse gallops by
bold and solid
his chestnut sides
heaving.
He is followed
by the stab
of deer hooves
swift in flight.
Now comes
my own restive shoe
hole-pocked
and pebble-filled
to bumble through.
Yet there you grow
tiny purple bloom
as if every crushing step
will always miss you.
