Something touches me
about the picture and
cracks my heart wide open,
I was there to see,
yet something eluded me,
such a fleeting glimpse in time
now captured on film,
so simple really,
a small solitary oak leaf
floating at the edge of the lake.
Late afternoon sunlight has
colored her, not gold, but soft silver,
she lies exposed but poised there,
a slight turn of her head,
her small arms wide and gently waving,
a fragile ballerina from Swan Lake,
a poignant raft carried by water into the unknown,
a simple heartbreaking message
as she floats away from me,
sighing, let it be, let it be.
© By Cottage Lady (patience@bresnan.net)
Photograph by TOMWYO
