Centennial Park
committed to honing
the perfect body
on her knees
she is getting closer
as
the poet lugs her unfitness
at a snail's pace
around the lake
in one hour
the picture
will turn
from this
to this
Centennial Park
it gets dark early now
with winter approaching
autumn always
the sad time
the swans ducks and geese
are tucked in for the night
on the island
the last of the light
reflected on the lake
Light in its own beauty with a tinge of sadness. Nice.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful photos Rall. It is always surreal to me that the northern and southern hemispheres are climate negatives of each other. Communication technologies have made the world feel too small for this to still be true.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully captured, it captures the imagination of the poet.
ReplyDeleteWow, such contrasting beauty.
ReplyDeleteCuriously this sent my mind back remembering that craze a few years ago of celebrating a Christmas in July in Australia where it would be more fitting, does this still happen? I love the mystery in the night time picture.
ReplyDeleteTucked in swans and geese are a perfect coziness at the end of the poem, as the effort of daylight gives way to twilight. Gorgeous. :)
ReplyDeleteI smiled at the poet lugging her unfitness, as i do too. Smiles. Beautiful photos, kiddo. Enjoyed the poem.
ReplyDeleteWowww!!❤️ This is absolutely breathtaking both in words and image!
ReplyDeletei love that night photo...just gorgeous...bkm
ReplyDeleteSunsets always come with the bittersweet twinge of sadness for me. You paint the image well.
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