Winter falls upon you,
graced by solid stone.
Shadows reflected,
water lapping,
cold air swirling,
solid stone forming,
steel protecting,
colors surrounding,
your arched beauty.
White snow shimmers,
spotting shores.
Birds circling,
breaking silence,
with their calls.
Passing time,
baring the cold,
fingers aching,
camera focusing,
capturing moments.
Time well spent,
forever graced,
by nature's beauty,
my love story told.
smiles....nice close...there is a lof of beauty in nature and to capture just a bit of it is certainly a love story...smiles...
ReplyDeleteGreat capture and story like flow, even though I hate winter you made me appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteLovely ending! I really like this.
ReplyDeleteA lovely, gentle poem.
ReplyDeleteWell to spend time with nature's beauty is love in itself.. and your love story has beautiful moments of love...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing..
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2012/01/whispers-haiku-on-how-i-write-poetry.html
At twitter @VerseEveryDay
Lovely -- and I suppose this will make me sound strange but I love the bird skull over there to the right *smiling*
ReplyDeleteOver here from Karen Elliott's place . . .
Great blog - two of my favorite things in one place!
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