Under ash
smoke
trails grey
into the rosy-grey
sky
with a
flock of paler
doves
rising in
a swirling fan
above
chimney tops
and bare branches
under
ash and
charcoal, burns fire
Click on the photo for a larger version. Much better bigger.
posted by MB at 9:03 AM
21 Comments:
Interesting and minimalist contrast of the cool scene and the heat of fire! Yet both are part of winter, aren't they?
wonderfully atmospheric piece
love the pic too
is it near you
Marja-Leena, they are both, especially for me in the mornings!
Floots, I took that Sunday on a very cold hike along the Snake River, a major river that runs through southern Idaho, south of where I live. Watching the sunlight play through the clouds and hit the cliffs was breathtaking.
The cliffs expose the layers too. Beautiful words and pic as always, mb.
beautifully layered piece and gorgeous photo! love them both.
that is amazing picture. One could think of so many stories that could play out in a place like that.
I hoped over from Marly's site. Your poems are very natural and readable.
I think Awakening is the most time I have spent with a while.
poetic words that paint the scene, poetic scene that stirs the words within you to paint!
There are so many colors in grey aren't there? You've captured them beautifully in picture and words.
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From The Snake River Walk series. I love it!!
Wow Im there at your land...Please return my soul back ...As it decalred that it does not belong to me and it had joined the nature
Now there's an evocative river name if ever there was one.
Snake River.
Images that come to mind:
* The near-bank nest of wintering rattlers, acrid and knotted together against the cold.
* Long curved arcs where the river is old and the rock is soft.
* A dream-flow from the unconscious, brought to light from the underground chamber by Snake.
A fitting place to catch and sing the Muse...
(And, since it's lunchtime here -- may I throw a foil-wrapped sweet potato in those coals, please?)
ah, mb... i have missed visiting your blog... glad to be in a place where i can take a little time and hang 'round again...
Beautiful picture. Great words to go with it.
You're right; viewing it large lets you see the detail of the light playing along the cliff face. I long to see the Snake River; have never been there.
Charlie, the layers are important. So is the play of light. Thank you, I'm very glad you enjoy them.
Polona, thank you. Have you ever played with the hay(na)ku form?
Suzanne, welcome and thanks for stopping by. I'll come take a look.
Corey, yes, it's a wheel in a wheel!
Pauline, the endless variety of colors is fascinating. And winter's palette, though subdued, is rich. Thanks!
Pat, you are proposing a series?? Thanks!
Nasra, your comment made me laugh! I'm glad you enjoyed the post. Your soul should feel welcome to visit and return at any time!
Lori, indeed, all those images fit this river at one time or another! And of course, help yourself to the coals.
Amy, you've alighted! Glad to hear it. I'll come visit.
Gautami, thank you!
Bitterroot, the light was constantly playing and shifting that day. It made for challenging photography. As you know, it's a big and long river, and its personality shifts considerably depending on where along it you visit.
Last night as I swapped cars in our driveway, I could hear a flock of geese overhead as they headed for warmer climes. I thought of you...
alan
Very light and delicate, rising just like the smoke...
gorgeous - again
Ooh, a hay(na)ku! Is this your first one here, or did I miss previous ones. This is lovely. Perfectly spare, graceful and lovely.
Alan, your comment gave me a big smile. Thanks!
Firebird, this form is very sparse. It seemed well-suited to the subject.
Prof Z, thank you very much!
Leslee, I think it is the first here. As I commented to Firebird, I thought the form was a good fit for the content. Thanks! I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
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