Thursday, August 15, 2013

Headwaters




PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:   


Wild Ride

Winters tumble stones
that wrestle twisting roots,
and forests heave to stay
the tumble of time and
the flow of summer storms,
the oscillations of cosmic winds
and restless eruptions of human soul.

To be as nimble as the stream
and as rooted as rock.



2 comments:

Ginnie Hart said...

I'd be in heaven there and would probably nevr leave!

Emery Roth said...

Sooner or later you'd get hungry. Thanks for stopping by.