Saturday, February 22, 2014

Allen Creek:

Yellow tamaracks in the late August light,
crooked,
bare.
The needles slowly fall.

Fall,
that old feeling is back,
nostalgia,
loneliness.

It's hard to put a finger on it;
a fear of the death from winter.
Longing,
for the summer warmth.

A cold breeze sneaks up on you,
as you try to capture this moment,
of white light,
endlessly surrounding you.